*the following is a transcription of a phonecall between my Dad and I from a few days ago. *
Dad: "I was in the basement the other day, and found some tomato juice your Mom canned."
(keep in mind here I am not a horrible daughter, I thought I cleaned out all of the canned foods)
Dad: "I went ahead and opened it, it smelled ok, so I drank it. It was delicious."
AWTM: "what was the date on the jar?"
Dad: "you won't believe this, the date was 1983."
AWTM: "you do realize I would have been 13 then right?"
Dad: "your Mom sure knew how to can."
AWTM: "Dad it isn't wine or scotch, to drink 23 year old tomato juice is just not right. You could have died."
Dad: "It was good. If it would have been bad, do you think I would have drank it?"
Monday, November 27, 2006
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Fermented tomato juice. Your own bloody marys. Ummmm.
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