I’ve fallen in love with V8 juice lately.
Who knew?
When I was a kid, you couldn’t have paid me to drink a V8. Vegetables in a can? No thank you. Like most kids, vegetables rarely passed my lips. We ate iceberg lettuce salads with bottled French dressing at dinner. I always picked out the pieces of tomatoes. Tomatoes! I hated them. They mushed in my mou…
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