It’s Sunday morning. Someone on the telly mentions Wordsworth. You know him
vaguely, akin to one of those random Latin proverbs you try to impress others with
while pretending not to notice labels dangling from your wrists. It’s Sunday morning.
An early breakfast gives you something to brush off. But don’t worry, a bag of cashews
as a treat: Perfect for snacking or sprinkled into stir fries or curries, will be your only
attempt at perfection.
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