I love sour cherry anything, and unfortunately, where I live, it's not something that is widely available. Being the good European girl that I am, I will buy whatever I see that is sour cherry flavoured - which I don't see everyday. Now I'm sorry Ocean Spray, but you just don't cut it. Well today, the local supermarket, for some reason, suddenly had Dimes Sour Cherry juice for $2 for a litre bottle. Naturally, I bought 30. Literally. Now I don't need to go to Eastern Europe to get some decent cherry kapow.
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.
Friday, 21 June 2013
0155: SOUR CHERRY JUICE
I love sour cherry anything, and unfortunately, where I live, it's not something that is widely available. Being the good European girl that I am, I will buy whatever I see that is sour cherry flavoured - which I don't see everyday. Now I'm sorry Ocean Spray, but you just don't cut it. Well today, the local supermarket, for some reason, suddenly had Dimes Sour Cherry juice for $2 for a litre bottle. Naturally, I bought 30. Literally. Now I don't need to go to Eastern Europe to get some decent cherry kapow.
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