Friday, October 7, 2011

30 Days of Joy...............Day 20

Gather closely, for today I am going to tell you about one of the things that brings me joy nearly each and every day. When I wake up in the morning, I must have this. When I am blogging late at night, I crave this. When I don't have it, I get cranky.  When my husband gives me more of this, he gets a hug.

Are you ready?

Here it is...







Isn't it beautiful? I could weep...


It's my coffee, my oxygen, my chocolate.  Oh, wait---chocolate is my chocolate. Let me think of something else that other people are addicted to...thinking...thinking... Okay, it's my Grey's Anatomy.  While you're watching Dr. Dreamy, I'm sipping the poor man's Cabernet Sauvignon (some other "red" drink.) 

It used to be $1.18 at Walmart, so I would buy five or so cans at a time. Then, Mr. Walmart Manager realized that the tomato juice shelves are emptied almost as quickly as they are stocked, so he said to himself, "Hey, I studied the law of supply and demand in college. I think we could charge way more than $1.18 for this stuff. People are buying it like crazy!" So the very next week he upped the price to $1.62. 

(Don't believe the news anchors when they tell you that food prices are spiraling out of control at 4%. It's a big fat lie to make you say to yourself, "Oh, 4% isn't that much." I took math in college, Mr. Walmart Manager so I know that a 44 cent increase in price in one week is more like a 40% increase in food prices. I think. I'm right, aren't I?) 

Because I also took marketing in college, I know that at $1.18 my brain says, "This can of t.j. is like a dollar. I can get five."  But, when the t.j. is $1.62 my brain says, "Holy Schnikey; this can of juice is almost two bucks! That makes it more expensive than Dr. Pepper. I'd better get only two cans." 

I've tried to cut back on my tomato juice consumption, but then I get sad. I don't like being sad, so I buy my two cans, then later in the week go back for more. In fact, I bought two cans today while shopping, one of which is chilling as I type. It's my reward after I finish this post. Off I go, for a little tomato intoxication.

[ Obligatory government-enforced disclaimer:  Even though my blood runs thick with Campbell's tomato juice, the Campbell's company did not pay me to gush on and on and on about their product. I like it even without getting paid to like it. In fact, I get pretty irritated with them because they NEVER EVER have coupons for said product, so I always pay full price, which you know grates on me to no end. (What about generic tomato juice? Wouldn't that be lots cheaper? Don't even go there.)  However, if you click on the Amazon link below and actually buy some tomato juice, then I am forced to tell you that I would get paid a small, small, small cash bonus, that would only go toward supporting my habit.You wanna be responsible for feeding the junkie, go right ahead.]

















7 comments:

  1. Ever had homemade tomato juice? An old girlfriend of Daryl's made the best I ever tasted. It was truly addictive. Ma used to make it, too.

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  2. Auntie M: No, I have never tasted such a delicacy. So you're telling me my addiction is genetic and not my fault? Bless you. Was there more to it than simply squeezing tomatoes into juice?

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  3. I don't know the secret recipe; probably just some seasonings. It was thinner than store-bought juice, but oh so good.

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  4. Auntie M: There were probably onions involved.

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  5. Ha! That was so well written. You deserved your reward.

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  6. Ken: And a very yummy reward it was...but probably nothing like that one British drink you told me about one time...

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  7. Hey, I'm addicted to Hugh Jackman (doesn't that make me sound superficial LOL)!! Check me out with my mid life crisis. Anyway, you have me wanting some tomato juice.

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