well-preserved
when i was little, one of my favorite ways to pass the time was by climbing on to the kitchen counter and locating the bottle of red-wine vinegar my mother had shoved to the back of the tallest cupboard. she had to do that, because i liked to drink the vinegar. mmm, delicious. i would carefully pick my way through the other condiments until i found the precious round bottle with the funny pour spout, and then spend the next few minutes shaking vinegar into my mouth and swallowing it. if i was lucky, i got the bottle back in the cupboard before my mom came in and caught me. but most of the time, she knew what i had been up to... i'm sure the sour smell emanating from my little body was a dead giveaway, and to test the theory, she would ask me, "have you been drinking the vinegar again??" i would always have the most innocent of looks on my face, as my burned-out throat raspily squeaked out a "no". even without the bottle, i'd be caught red-handed.
a girl at work today was talking about her bottle of kombucha, the potent and notoriously stinky elixir that is supposed to be the latest and greatest in health. i had always been hesitant to try it due to the awful reputation it has for being absolutely disgusting. but when she offered me a sip, i figured what-the-heck... and guess what? it tastes like vinegar!!
looks like i have a new favorite drink ; )
current mood: bottoms up!