apple juice

When I was eleven I started hating apple juice. I’m sure I loved it during my childhood, prepubescent years, but now, even the thought of drinking it makes me gag. The distinct caramel color that once looked and smelled of fall has now turned into nothing but urine in a Dixie cup. I distinctly remember the day my taste buds rejected the juice because I threw it up. I like to think the nurses at the hospital were trying to make me feel better, not worse, but apple juice was not strong or flavorful enough to camouflage the taste of what I describe to be like drinking drain-o, or something of the sort. You would presume that there would be a better method to tricking young children into drinking the MRI fluid than simply mixing it with apple juice because let me tell you, you can still taste it. Now, the mere taste of that substance sends my gag reflex into anaphylactic shock and I am self-diagnosed with an allergy to all things apple juice. 

food writing.

for all you unlabeled "foodies" out there, this blog is for you. it's a representation of the college diet that we we succumb to, healthier food options, realistic food options, and everything in between. let this be a tribute to all things food, so that as i learn about the true nature of food you in turn will, too.