Adventures in Isahaya

"You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes" - Winnie the Pooh

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場所: Burnt Hills, New York, United States

I'm a SAHM to a little girl born October 2003, a little boy born August 2006 and another little boy born January 2012.

日曜日, 10月 31, 2004

Made with real, live grapes

Boy, was that a surprise. We were out walking and happened past a vending machine (surprised...really...). I was a bit thirsty so I decided to buy what looked like grape juice. First off, it was clear. No biggie. It tasted pretty good...much less sweet than I'm used to, but that seems to be a trend here. (For starters, most, if not all, sweet things are made with pure cane sugar instead of high fructose corn syrup since they aren't troubled with the high prices of sugar like the US. Second, Chrys tells me that sweet things are considered wussy for men so they try to avoid them and I'm guessing vendors try to cater to that as well - this being a still male dominated society and all.) As I walked along drinking it and realizing that I actually liked it, I ended up with a chunk in my mouth. Panic almost ensued until I spit it back on the top of the can and realized it was a peeled grape. Looking down into the can, there were probably a dozen of them in there. Certaily added something to my drink...not sure what, but I guess I can get used to it.