I'm having grapes for breakfast.
"What the h*ll are these? What the f*ck kind of grapes are these?"- Dad (swears like a sailor. Actually, no, my brother's navy and Dad's definitely worse than him...)
"Whaddya mean? They're green. They're grapes. They're green grapes, Dad."- Me
So I'm having those grapes for breakfast today...and they taste like lasagne.
Which means it's party time! Whenever my parents host a party (Labor Day!), they cram so much food in the fridge that everything begins to taste like everything else.
I'm not sure why that is, since most of it has been tinfoiled, but whatever. It makes these grapes taste...very filling. Like little meatballs.