As an adult, I’ve pretty much lost the taste for fizzy drinks. I rarely touch it nowadays but it was a different story when I was a kid. Thankfully my mum wouldn’t let me overdo it, but I loved the fizzy stuff. Cola; lemonade; limeade; cherryade; orangeade… if it was brightly coloured, fizzy and ended in ade, I was knocking it back! And if I ended up with a brightly coloured tongue too, then so much the better!
Inspiration for today’s post comes from having my very first glass of cream soda in adulthood. It was one of my mum’s faves (actually all fizzy drinks are my mum’s faves!) and I liked it myself when I was a child but somewhere along the way from childhood to adulthood, I stopped drinking cream soda. It was only today I realized how much I enjoyed drinking it and had forgotten how good it tasted. Unlike most sodas, cream soda isn’t fruity but has more of an unusual buttery vanilla taste. My aunt said it would be delicious topped with ice-cream and I vaguely remember Mum making cream soda floats.
Another long forgotten childhood memory was the soda man who used to visit our street, selling fizzy drinks from his van. Mum – being an addict – would always buy several bottles of different flavoured fizzy drinks much to my delight. However no one else remembers buying fizzy drinks from vans much like they did with ice-creams which makes me wonder if we were the only lucky ones!
Despite my fondness for cream soda being reignited, I don’t think I’ll be ‘hitting the bottle’ on a regular basis as I like my teeth too much. I’ll save it for the occasional treat.