grape juice.

As my inaugural post, I feel like I should talk about my parents. No reason other than that they are hilarious. So instead of ever actually going to see a doctor, my parents, like every good, stereotype-spurring Korean, watch a TV show that just features a doctor. Which is equally sufficient, really, as long as they keep popping multivitamins like they're candy. Anyway, my parents take everything this doctor says with no granule of salt. None. So naturally, they endorse something new every week that will stop the onset of I guess death, more or less, and then my mom puts it in every meal for the next month.

Last month it was carrots, mainly carrot juice. This month: grapes.

fresh squeezed grape juice.

Now supposedly grapes fight fatigue. Nominally, this sounds like a more promising month than the last (People thought I got real tan this summer. It's possible that I just had too much beta carotene). Well I quickly realized that, much like orange juice, grape juice can also be made with or without pulp. My mom managed to make the analogous form of it by blending the grape seeds right in with the rest of the juice.

extra pulp.

Nothing finishes out your dinner like having to chew your drink. Love you, mom.

my momz.

I make her cake. She makes me grapeseed juice. We have a healthy relationship, no pun intended.