Growing up, I thought sparkling water or mineral water as we called it was g to the r to the o-s-s. It seemed a bit acrid to me. But Dad loved it; he’d pour some into his nightly whiskey and always go, “aaaaah!” upon the first sip.
I don’t know why but suddenly I love it. Can’t get enough of it. I suppose what really got it started was the pink grapefruit Perrier.
Oh joy — what a perfectly ladylike beverage. Sparkly, ever so slightly fruity, ever so slightly bitter (like any true lady!) and… calorie-free! I reach for some whenever I need a pick me up, and also whenever I’m hungry; the bubbles fill me up long enough to figure out whether I’m really hungry, or I’m bored/sad/angry/thirsty.
And if you’ve followed me on Facebook or Instagram then you know that this combo is always my snack of choice when I go on a road trip:
A little bit trailer park, a little bit Central Park.
And so imagine my joy when Bren brought home a box full o’ these:
JOY JOY JOY!
Now I can have one everyday!
Plus, now that they come in a can, they come a little closer to the name my brother-in-law coined for them…