Calvé Caramel Sea Salt is here
The jar that we are going to scoop out
At the Flavjes (as we affectionately call them) bring no bad news, but tasty news. And if it’s also about the jars of Calvé, then I just want to run to the kitchen for a spoon.
Calvé Caramel Sea Salt in a jar. Calvé Caramel Sea Salt peanut butter in a jar, to be precise. I’ll take a little detour home, run into the Ap, because they are just sitting on the shelf there. I do particularly well on a white sandwich with peanut butter and a bit of butter (I call that cake and a person is allowed to have guilty pleasures), but this is next level, this is the marriage between Mr. Peanut Butter and Mrs. Caramel Sea Salt (you must be a woman to think of this). This is a guarantee for gaining kilos. This is that jar, a spoon, and me, together on the couch tonight. Hallelujah.
