Seriously--every time I go to the Daley Plaza farmers market I see at least one tall, really good-looking Mennonite man at their booth. Must be all that clean living. The women pale in comparison, but they can cook like nobody's business. I'm addicted to their pecan crunch, which a friend of mine says should be called "pecan crack." It's just brown sugar, butter, salt, and pecans and tastes like a slice of heaven. I try to restrain myself, but I almost always end up buying a container of it. If I end up with diabetes, it'll be because of those Mennonites and their pecan crack.
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