Pure is Right

We went to the commissary today for our weekly grocery shopping. We filled our cart (or our buggy for those of you who were raised in the south) with a week's worth of food with the sweet sound of two little boys whining ringing in our ears. Why won't they just sit in the cart? Seriously.

Anyway, when we got to the milk/orange juice section towards the end, we were hungry (it was about 4:30), thirsty, tired and ready to be done. We saw this orange juice and Adam had said he had heard it was good. "$3.00 for a little thing of orange juice?" I said. Contrary to not-so-popular belief, we aren't made of money. That's not what I said, though. "Sure- whatever. We'll try it. Let's get out of here." is closer to what I said.

Usually on grocery shopping days, we come home and have Adam's French Toast for dinner so we decided to try out the Tropicana Pure Valencia (we chose the Orange Mango flavor out of the few different flavors they had). There is a reason I am dedicating an entire post to this drink. It was the best beverage that has ever been in my mouth. Its name says it all. Well, not all, since I feel the need to write 3 paragraphs about it, but it is so pure. It's smooth and silky and kind of creamy. I've never understood the word silky when talking about food or drink, but now I do. Just go try it, okay? Just fork out the $3.00 and try it. You won't regret it- I promise.

Side note- this is my 101st post. I'll be honest- I'm proud of myself for sticking to this blogging thing for so long.