For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Tuesday 18 June 2013
0152: ITALIAN FANTA
It may not be something you would think of, ever! But honestly, it's not like what we have in Australia and from memory unlike the American one. It's, as you can see in the above diagram, slightly lighter in colour, less effervescent and in a way less sweet (obviously not seen from the diagram above). I think, that Fanta Italia is a conspiracy - I believe them to put San Pellegrino Blood Orange into the Fanta cans and bottles. It's just so sophisticated-tasting and delicious instead of unbearably sweet, cavity causing, artificial yuckness.
Those Italians have us beat.
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