Now that Spring is in full swing and my more healthful regiment has begun, Jim and I have been healthfully indulging in these frozen 35 calorie American (or French, depending on your point of view) popsicles.
This is one of those foods that brings back ideal childhood memories that never happened to me, like playing stickball down by old man river's house and chasin' my kid sister down to the ice cream truck with pennies jangling in our pockets, eating a firecracker as it melted down my arm, 'fore ma called us on home at sundown.
But what do you think?