|Do you even know what I'm talking about?|
One bowl of cold cereal;
One portion of canned fruit;
One glass of milk;
One glass of juice.
Plus a generic One-a-Day vitamin from Walgreens.
All served in Tupperware dishes.
|These, Drunkards. Exactly the hell these.|
Sometimes we had orange juice. Sometimes we had Welch's grape juice. Sometimes we had apple juice, or even (my favorite) pineapple juice. But always, my mom made our morning juice from cans of frozen concentrate.
|In a Tupperware juice container, OF COURSE.|
But not sauerkraut. That shit can die with the past, honestly.
|What the f*ck even, amiright?|
I have no idea.
Myself, I might keep apple juice or cranberry juice in my fridge. It comes in plastic bottles, pre-made and already constituted.
I don't provide my Precocious Daughter with a regimented, predictable breakfast every day. I don't think either of us would tolerate that shit. She feeds herself, and I'm grateful that she does.
|Not an admission of anything. Just saying.|
Me, I remember frozen globs of fruit juice concentrate.
Just wondering if anyone out there still uses such.
For nostaglia reasons.
Let me know, OK?