He Done Good

It's always a good thing when someone calls you at work, especially after you've been busting your ass on a deadline, and tells you "I've got something you're gonna like!"

Of course, this is usually followed by a futile "What? Tell me."

And eventual, "Nope".

Such was my day today. When I got home, I scoured the house looking for what potentially great thing I was dying to have that Bruce said he was going to leave for me.

Because our house not only is a wreck right now but also a fantastic place to lose something, I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was.

Was it this? This dusty old copy (1865) of The Handbook of Dining; or, Corpulency and Leanness Scientifically Considered by OG (Original Gourmet) food snob Brillat-Savarin?



Gee. I kinda hoped not.

Not that I'm complaining, but I kinda was looking for something a little more, um, automatically pleasing?

That's when Bruce got home and snuck these on the kitchen counter when I wasn't looking.



Aw man!

It's Chair-Wyyne! Heavy on the "Chair".

I haven't sipped this Southern beverage in over 12 years! Maybe more!

Boy, does this take me back! Funny how the taste of something brings back so many memories. This takes me back to Morganton, North Carolina and being 7 years old and having a bunch of country kids as friends.

Cheerwine tastes like Dr. Pepper, only sweeter. As you can see from the photo, I couldn't wait to open one.

Ah!

Bruce found them at a BevMo in El Cerrito (how the hell he winds up in these places is beyond me). I guess Cheerwine has moved up in the world, since when I drank it, it was found in vending machines and came with plain ol' labels on aluminum cans. Here, they've gone all retro and glass bottle-y.

But the taste is the same!

I've got my Cheerwine! Now, about that Sundrop, Pimento Cheese, and Livermush...

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