Hands down, The BEST Thing. Ever. My love for cranberries started when I was a kid. I never liked soda. I hated the way the carbonation tickled my tongue. Even now I’m not big on carbonated beverages. I like beer and a nice glass of sparkling wine or champagne, but I take teeny, tiny sips, until the beverage is almost warm. We’ve figured out when my husband and I are at a bar, it’s usually a 2:1 ratio. For every two beers he has, I might be finishing my first. Today, parents are smart and limit their child’s intake of soda. Families and restaurants often have plenty of non-soda options available like iced tea (sweetened or non), lemonade and fruit juices. But when I was growing up, not liking soda was WEIRD. This is pre Snapple, pre Honest Tea, even before the rise of bottled water. So if I went places, it was often soda, tap water or nothing. Or cranberry juice.
I lived in Philly for 6 years–four years in North Philly for college and 2 years in South Philly. South Philly is probably one of the only other places in the world I would leave Brooklyn for. The row houses are super cute and the value is unbelievable. The only downside really is there’s no transit (anywhere) as good as NY and I’d worry we’d need a car again. Living in South Philly, a block away from Pats and Genos (GENOS!) and a few blocks from the Italian Market, I learned a lot. I experienced my first Spice store and saw how much fresh ground spices made a difference, I ate fresh produce, waited for hours to get cheese at Claudios during the holidays, but most importantly learned how to eat pasta–with gravy.