This morning when I woke up Trevor and I sat down for a delicious breakfast. My wonderful breakfast consisted of cranberry/banana/nut bread (that I made from scratch...yum!) with peanut butter and a nice cold glass of orange juice. However, when I went to drink my orange juice, it had a slight taste of onion.
Why, you may ask? Well let me tell you. I cut up the vegetables for our Easter stew the night before and one of the vegetables was...you guessed it...onions! Lazy me, didn't cover the bowl with saran wrap. Through the wonderful science of osmosis my orange juice, which was in an open carafe, now tastes like onions.
You live and learn.