Real tomato flavor is a celebration for the taste buds. I rolled it all around my tongue before taking the first swallow ... I was transported. 
Here's to a taste of sunshine on a snowy morning.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
August in January
I took a look out the window at this morning's snowy landscape and decided I needed to leaven it with a touch of August memories. I rooted around in the basement and found one of my jars of tomato juice and brought it up for breakfast.
Real tomato flavor is a celebration for the taste buds. I rolled it all around my tongue before taking the first swallow ... I was transported. 
Here's to a taste of sunshine on a snowy morning.
Real tomato flavor is a celebration for the taste buds. I rolled it all around my tongue before taking the first swallow ... I was transported. Here's to a taste of sunshine on a snowy morning.
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2 comments:
That is really wonderful.
I could taste it, too. I love the composition of your photo with the dormant garden just over the rim of the glass of blood red juice.
Wynell
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