036 Trying New Things ENGSunday mornings at my home were a little bit special for me as a child.
I would always wake up to such delights as jelly doughnuts, poppy seed rolls, and fruit.
And if I were really lucky, my father would have baked fresh corn bread (otherwise he never did anything in the kitchen but eat).
Along with these goodies thereâd be the usual milk, tea, or coffee, and of course orange juice.
On one cold morning however, instead of finding the customary pitcher of OJ, there was a pitcher of rather thick-looking red liquid.
âWhat the heck is that?â I wondered. I was repelled as my mother poured this gunk into my juice glass.
Did she expect me to drink it? She could tell by my look of horror that I wasnât about to let that stuff enter my mouth.
âItâs tomato juice,â she told me. âTry it, itâs goodâ
âThatâs disgusting! It looks like blood!â I replied.
âDonât be silly, now come on and try it, I know youâll like itâ
âNO!â I refused.
âBut you like tomatoes. This is just like tomatoes in a blender. I promise, ...
