One of the nice things about health food companies is that sometimes they are run by hippies. So, you take a jar off the shelf to inspect it, and the marketing on the label is poetry. This, off a jar of Maranatha roasted sunflower butter, only slightly tweaked by my, um, poetic fancy……
The huge, seed-filled head
of the sunflower plant, with its
fringe of yellow petals, faces
east in the morning. But by evening
that same head faces west,
for the direct rays of the sun’s path
across the sky.
this is buttered sunlight.
Not Skippy or Welch’s.