El Toro del jugo de las uvas. I don't know what possessed me to give this photo a Spanish name. Perhaps it was an undeleted memory of a juice wagon in Quito that advertised "jugo de cana." The crude-looking but sturdy wagon had piles of fresh-cut cane sugar and a blender and several one-gallon water jugs. Theoretically, one could get cane juice by blending some water with one or more stalks of cane, and maybe strain out the insoluble fibers. Problem is, behind a little curtain in the bottom of the wagon were 5-pound packages of C&H sugar. Aha! No fiber. No need for a filter. No vitamins, either.
Anyway, while I was fixing our morning porridge, I saw this grape juice stain on the ceramic tile next to the stove. It was a spill from my wife's smoothie. But I immediately saw the image of a bull, and all these unrelated images and memories came together. Enjoy.
P. S. If you read this earlier, I apologize for the ridiculous typos I missed. Hopefully, they're all fixed.
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