I like grapes, yet I've never really liked grape juice or grape flavoured things. Yesterday I decided to try a box of grape juice with my lunch, just to see if I still felt that way. The first sip and I was like, "Hey, not so bad. Why don't I like this?" And then I kept drinking and I was reminded that, yes, I don't like grape juice. I can't pin it down. I don't enjoy it after the first sip. HEY! This may be classical conditioning. Throughout my life, once a month I have had a very small amount of grape juice with Communion.
Could that be why a regular glass is just weird?
VERDICT: Still not something I'd chose for myself.
Today was the very first time I can remember using something I have grown myself in a dish. This summer we bought a chili plant. It has lived on our balcony and in our living room. It has been a very thirsty plant. We've watched lots of flowers bloom, close and fall off, but three made it and slowly transformed and grew into chili peppers. This week the first one became fully mature and had the privilege of being cut up and used in tacos tonight! It felt good being able to utilize something I'd taken care of over time. (And the taco meat I made with the chili was really good too!)
