No, I didn't say cheap date. Or cheap beer, either. I said cheap soda. You wonder what the devil does she mean by that? I mean exactly that. TheHusband has cheap tastes in junk food. Actually, he is not a foodie at all. In general, it doesn't bug me, although I wish that he enjoyed ethnic food more.
But back to the point. TheHusband loves a soda called Cotton Club Cherry Strawberry. We can only find it in Cleveland, not in Columbus, and we couldn't even find it on-line. When we think about it, we call my mother-in-law a week or so before we go to Cleveland, and she sends my stepfather-in-law (SFiL) out on a reconnaissance mission. The last two times we were in Cleveland, none was found. This time, SFiL located a new source, and he and TH bought the place out. Twice. We came home with eighteen (18!) 2-liter bottles, and each bottle cost a whopping 79¢!
The soda is okay if you like sweet, moderately fizzy soda that tastes RED. It really doesn't taste like either cherry or strawberry, or even a mixture of the two. It just tastes RED. Sort of like how red sucking candies or red lollipops taste RED.
Anyway, ThePinkThing likes to drink this stuff as much as her father does. What kid doesn't like soda, right? That's part of it. But the rest of the lure of the cherry strawberry soda has to do with the fuss we make about it. We call it "Dadddy's Private Stock" or "PS" for short. And she and I make a point of sneaking it when he's not home. Of course, TPT is 6, and can't keep a secret for the life of her, so she always tells. Then TheHusband looks mad or horrified or surprised. She thinks it's hilarious. We thinks it's funny and both play along. And she gets to drink soda. Win all around.
Tonight, as I was writing this blog post, I googled Cotton Club and found it for sale on a site I'd never seen before, called sodafinder.com. I might have to eat my words, now. The stuff's going for $22 per 12-pack! Now TheHusband wants to sell the remaining bottles on eBay. If he does, I'm going to tell on him, and ThePinkThing will be pissed...