OK, this is how Snazzy I am. I am so Snazzy that I have my own crop of wheatgrass. It sits on my kitchen counter in a teeny square plastic tub like a Chia Pet. This thing is Pure Snazz.
You know, I may live in the city but when I see my wheatgrass in bloom I get a sense of Snazz that is beyond compare.
Let’s move to the country and start a wheatgrass farm! I shout.
Wheatgrass Pot Pie, anyone? I holler.
And just when I think it can’t get any Snazzier I whip out my scissors for some award winning plant sculpting and when I step back to admire my handiwork, realizing I have made my little plot of land look exactly like Don King, I think, Well done, Snazzpants. Well done.
Snazzpants Rule #2: Tend Your Own Garden, No Matter How Teensy
Over and Out,
Correspondent Cupcake
Hooray for snazzgrass! When I used to have pet guinea pigs, I’d buy them those little planters and let those piggies GRAZE. On the wheatgrazz. They were jazzed.
Snazzgrass. I love that. VERY Snazzy.