Jamba Juice
...another reason to love the Starbucks corporation---Jamba Juice. Every Friday, if Gabe has conducted himself in a reasonable manner all week (so, maybe every other Friday), we go on a date. It's a chance for me to have fun with Gabe since all week long I am usually "the bad guy". I'm the one hounding him about homework, cleaning up his room, making sure he is groomed and semi-clean. Gabe gets to choose what or where we will go (within reason). Yesterday he suggested Jamba Juice. I'm not a huge fan of Jamba. Blended frozen fruit, that I hear isn't even all that good for you, isn't my idea of yummy. But, I was curious to see what Gabe might order. We walked in and he headed toward the register, where he picked up a small bag of pistachios. I love this kid. I hadn't eaten lunch yet and decided to give their version of pizza a try---the California flat bread. There are three choices on the menu: cheese, Mediterranean, and chicken. I went for the Mediterranean. It did not disappoint. It was a terrific little snack. So there we are on our Friday afternoon date, Gabe eating his nuts, and me eating my mini pizza...flat bread...whatever. If it's round, with cheese and toppings, I think the proper term is pizza.
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