Prunes, Prunes the Musical Fruit...

I am in love with Whole Foods.  I think my cholesterol and blood pressure actually lower when I pull into the parking lot.  I like to go on dates with myself to Whole Foods and stroll up and down the aisles until there isn't anything new to look at.   I like to smell things, ask dumb questions of the staff, see where produce is grown, and read ingredient labels.  I daydream about how lovely it would be to have the entire bulk section in my pantry.  Since the store has earned the nickname "Whole Paycheck" among our circle of friends, I rarely buy much.  I do, however, like to "surprise" my husband and kiddoes with little treats.  Last time, my husband got an apple turnover, my son got a blueberry bagel (he'd had a hankering for one, of all things), I got organic popcorn kernels for myself and Clairey got prunes. You may be thinking that Clairey got the short end of the stick, but I beg to differ.   Her taste buds are totally sold on prunes and so long as her prune puree continues to pass the FPIES test, then her insides will continue to thank me, too.