The other day I was in the grocery store, buying my favourite brand of pop.
I always stick with the same flavour-- the pineapple variety-- sweet, yet exotic enough to maintain a constant level of excitement, sip after sip, bottle after bottle.
But this time, the excitement of the one flavour just didn't cut it for me.
Glancing over at my friend, I decided to take a risk and try something new-- grabbing a new bottle-- a new flavour-- a new carbonated culinary adventure:
"'Kola Champagne'?"
It had a soft caramel glow about it, calling to me with its distinctly foreign nature.
"Really?"
I looked at my friend pointedly. There was no turning back now, the bottle of pop was already off the shelf and journeying with me towards the check-out.
Sighing a soft resignation, he joined me as I paid for the pop, musing over the magical mystery-beverage that awaited us.
A twist and a pop and a fizz later, 'Kola Champagne' stood in front of us, joining the two glasses that were already sitting on the countertop, brimming with anticipation.
A gentle pour, and a clink of glass-- we entertained our first sips-- and then our minds exploded.
We had definitely tasted 'Kola Champagne' before.
"But where?!"
We racked our brains, the flavour shooting us back across our childhoods and vacations-- a gustatory gander through time.
A full twenty minutes went by, tasting the pop, musing over its oddly familiar flavour, and then--
"I've got it!"
I jumped up with a grin as I prepared to deliver the answer to all in the vicinity-- my taste buds cheering at the victory:
"White Freezies!"
My friend's eyes widened, and then shone with recognition.
Yes.
'Kola Champagne' tasted exactly like my favourite childhood summertime treat.
Score one point to me.
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