Saturday, April 03, 2010
plop plop fizz fizz oh what a sweet drink it is
Remember my post of not that long ago about Fizzies and how much we loved them as kids?
Oddly enough, my husband came home from grocery shopping the other day and said, "Guess what they had at the store?! FIZZIES!"
I didn't have to ask if he bought any, he was so damn thrilled to see them return. They had grape but no root beer. My husband learned quickly the first rule of good Fizzies: icy cold water. Lukewarm grape just doesn't cut it.
This weekend, Female Offspring #1 came home for Easter and said, "What's the big deal with these Fizzies?" Apparently her father hit her up with the "guess what they had at the store?!" story, too.
I said, "For you, a generation who had access to soda and Kool Aid any time you wanted it, nothing. For those of us who didn't get all the soda we wanted, they were a huge deal."
She said, "The no soda thing was that because Grandma was too cheap or they didn't have soda when you were little?"
I said, "Puhleeze, don't even try that "older than dirt"shit with me. EVERYTHING I lacked in my childhood--yes, including that freaking Chrissy doll!!--was because Grandma was too cheap."
Then I tried to explain to her how thrilling it was to have at your disposal eight delicious glasses of something OTHER than water or milk or gawd forbid, powdered milk, simply by dropping a little tablet into water. She. Just. Didn't. Get. It.