I love Life. I really do, in a meaningful way — ever since I was a kid. Graham loves it too, especially Life at Grandma’s house. Sure, there’s just a tiny window of opportunity for enjoying Life before it goes to mush — but there’s nothing quite like catching Life at just the optimal moment and sucking the sweet, milky goodness out if it.
Is Life in Venezuela worth it? At $21 a box, I don’t think so.