The crunch was true. The heat was real.
You opened the pack and knew this was good food.
It was roasted, never drowned in oil.
No palm oil. No lies.
Only clean groundnut oil and the fire of peri-peri.
You ate it when hunger came at 5 PM.
You ate it late at night when the world was quiet.
And it did not betray you.
It kept you full. It kept you light.
It did not weigh on your heart or your mind.
The flavor struck fast.
The crunch held strong.
It was simple. It was honest.
And it made you feel alive.
Open it.
Eat it.
Know it is good.
