Recently Ryan and I decided we would do the local yarn tour, a shop hop event. After visiting our second shop on a list of 20-30 shops, and realizing that it was the knitter's version of going to Costco on a Saturday, I asked Ryan if we could forgo the other shops. She didn't want to since she had been looking forward to the yarn tour with great enthusiasm. So, I did what any great mother would do, I bribed her. I told her I would take her to a restaurant called Seeds which sells my favorite pie, chocolate peanut butter pie. She agreed and off to Seeds we went. When we arrived I was a bit more hungry and pie wasn't going to cut it, so we ordered a wrap to go along with our pies. I had my usual iced tea and Ryan ordered a root beer. When our drinks arrived I started to read the label on Ryan's root beer. It had a little bee on the label. Odd. I look closer and the label states "made with pure cane sugar and honey". Honey? I wonder if you can smell the honey? Hmm, not really. I wonder if you can taste the honey? Sip. Sip. Drink. Drink. Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! And, I was done for.
Five years and soda has not passed these lips, not one drop, not even by mistake. That is, until Thomas Kemper Root Beer. It was good. Really good! I found some at the grocery store and brought it home. Then I found out that Costco sells it, by the case. A case full of yummy nectar. Why am I cursed to want something I shouldn't have. Why am I tortured so! Alas, our short love affair wasn't meant to last. The guilt of drinking soda was too much. But, I will never forget those few weeks we had together.
