I am not an Alaskan…at all. In fact, I am a transplanted Cheerwine drinking, country ham eating North Carolinian. I grew up in the foothills of NC and well you can’t get either of the before mentioned items here. Actually, I’m pretty sure you can’t get them west of the Mississippi or north of the Mason Dixon to be honest.
And thanks to this little care package from the little town of Yadkinville I really miss home today. Even the dreaded yellow pollen that is currently engulfing my sleepy hometown. But for now….this little slice of heaven can bring me close enough, without the pollen.
Freda
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