tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424727958779827902.post-38432834794634790252007-06-28T07:31:00.000-07:002007-06-28T08:30:13.229-07:00I work out across the street from Zabars. Not even across Broadway. Across 80th. It’s right there. Their tofutti cream of mushroom soup was calling me. I was astounded when I found out there is no cream, none at all. It’s amazing and I swear I feel the protein zing.<br /><br />Today I rewarded my workout with a quick stop at <a href="http://zabars.com">Zabars</a>. Haven’t done this in a while, I’d almost given up, I looked for a jam or jelly with no sugar. I bought a Zabar’s labeled raspberry fruit spread with little hope. It’s perfectly tart, really mouth scrunching tart. I could <span style="font-weight: bold;">feel</span> it as well as taste it. Sweetened by their own sugar released when they’re cooked. Seeds and all, I truly enjoyed my croissant this morning.lisanoreply@blogger.com