If you leave water sitting out overnight, it develops a taste similar to that of paper.
In my pregnancy, I have acquired a taste for old water.
At Christmas, I learned that I can replicate this taste somewhat by drinking water out of a Dixie cup, but the only place I can find those present-day is at my grandmother’s house in Washington Court House. Gone are the days where the bathroom Dixie-cup dispenser is the norm.
So I’m forced to age my water with time. So old-fashioned.
FYI, that’s why there are half-full mason jars sitting around everywhere. And that’s why my house looks like the set of a bad M. Night Shyamalan movie.
Maybe I can get one of those freak shows on a fancy cable network!
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