Last year, I quit drinking soda. Even though I love me some cold Coca-Cola, I made a conscious decision to stop drinking all carbonated beverages. People have said to me, “Just drink diet Coke!” But it’s not the same. First of all, diet Coke doesn’t taste half as good as the real stuff. It is a poor substitute. And second, we all know that soda is bad for you. So if I am going to consume something that will rot my teeth, make me fat, and leach out the calcium in my bones, then I might as well go all the way. If I’m gonna have a soda, it’s gonna be Coca-Cola, and if I’m gonna eat bacon, it ain’t gonna be soy or turkey. None of that low-fat, non-fat, lite, sugar-free, calorie-free nonsense for me.
So anyway, yes, I made a conscious decision to quit drinking soda. It was a smart decision, because I can’t drink a Coca-Cola without wanting some Cheetos or kettle cooked potato chips or a hamburger and fries to go with it. Coca-Cola is my gateway drug.
I switched to iced tea, which wasn’t so hard because Sean grew up in the South and he makes the best pitchers of fresh-brewed tea. We drank gallons of the stuff, cold and unsweetened, and so much of it that I started buying different brands and flavors of tea bags for variety. Then I discovered Lupicia. If you have never tried fresh-brewed Lupicia loose leaf tea on ice, you are missing out. Come over to my house, and I will pour you a glass. Seriously. This stuff is so good that it is worth the significant portion of my grocery budget that I pay for it.
Since I am such a regular customer, Lupicia sends me their newsletter every month with a Fresh Tea Sample. Our pantry shelf of assorted teas includes several of these tea samples. Sean was washing dishes this morning as I surveyed the shelf, trying to decide what flavor tea to drink next. There were a lot of choices. Then the tea sample packets caught my eye. Among them were Muscat Decaf, Matcha Kirara Rice Tea, and January’s Tea of the Month, Happiness.
I picked up the packet and looked at the label. “Sean, what do you think Happiness tastes like?” I asked.
He didn’t bother to look up from the bowl he was rinsing. In his typical dry, deadpan manner, he replied, “I think there’s your answer right there.”