Holiday Whoring for Comments.

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Gentle Readers:
It has become apparent that there are more readers to this blog than I'd realized and now it's time to skirt up and be counted.

So here's the deal, Darlings: Leave me a comment here before Tuesday at 10 AM PST and I'll mail you something sweet and slightly salty. My gift to you*.

The goods?: handmade Fleur de Sel Carmels. I will even ship internationally, where applicable.
And if you aren't so much into the sweets yourself you can always use them for barter or for emergency Holiday brou-ha-ha.

*Family is excluded from this offer; ya'll are killing me with cheese stick requests. I'll see you soon enough and we can wrestle about it then.

Comments

Melinda June said…
Who can pass up Carmels?! You know I love you even without the offer of deliciousness.
4:29 AM
Anonymous said…
oh lovely! Fleur de Sel Carmels...please add me to the list!
6:46 AM
Ben-Bob said…
No enticements needed to get comments from me. Heck, you'd probably be willing to send me sweets to get me to stop commenting!

(Heh, heh, "skirt up....")
10:35 AM
michaelg said…
I'm salivating like a dog and caramel is the bell.
3:19 PM
Jules Robbins said…
YUMMY!!
The baby's kicking just thinking about these sweets! Can't wait for Christmas....
8:55 PM
Kireliols said…
How sad, I missed it! I did see the lovlies on Michael's blog- rats, I must spend MORE time on-line! (as opposed to more time with my children-who care's what I'll say on my death bed!)
4:26 AM
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