I have to mention that I love this – and that yesterday was a whollop (the good kind) to any expectations that I had for this little gizmo.
I am not sure why I so excited about it – but I think that the build up through dorky rumor sites for the last several years as to this mysterious “iPhone” – was getting to the point of driving me batty. Almost like hearing Santa Claus building you a nifty bike downstairs by the tree every night before Christmas – only to come downstairs to find out that he had actually been building a really great pair of socks or basket of pears or something. Well (to finish the analogy) yesterday the bike was there – and it was filled with magic – from the future!
I think that my pal over at Clunkyrobot.com sums it all up much better than I do . . . so go check it out!
While you do that – I will be saving my pennies . . .
(or – What is there to cheer for really?)
Every so often a product can hold a certain place of mysterious interest. Cheerwine has held one of those slots for a long long time now – and so on my drive to the great north I decided to seize the opportunity to dig through the mystery, put the Cheerwine theories that have been floating around my noggin to some serious sipping tests and also (on a very base level) to quench my almost unquenchable thirst for both knowledge and also mostly for the whole “I like to drink soda pop†thing all at the same time.
I know nothing of the history of the product. What I do know is that it is both a cherry-nated and cola-nated beverage that is presumably designed to bring me some form of ‘Cheer’ by being the ‘wine’ of cola industry – which (to me) sounds tasty fun and classy all at the same time.
I bought a 12 (twelve) pack of cans somewhere in North Carolina and waited until I had a proper glass of crushed ice and a well-rested palette all ready to go. The room was rippling with excitement when I cracked open my first can . . . and I must say that the initial blast of cherry effervescence that hits your nose is nothing if not exhilarating. Then the first taste hit my lips – and I became Mayor Under whelmed, from the under whelming town of Under Welmington – or something like that. There just wasn’t anything there . . . I mean it smelled great – maybe even beyond great – but the taste never made it past the doldrums better left to such sub par sodas as “k-cola†or “chex cola.†Kind of depressed at the whole outcome, I finished the glass and put the rest of the 12 (twelve) pack away – hoping that it just needed to age for a bit or something . . .
Jump forward about a month and a half – and I decided to hop back into the barrel with another can . . . but this time I tried something a little bit different. Instead of using crushed ice – I used ice cubes. Holy cow what a difference there was in that glass! Crushed ice must be the kryptonite to “cherry-goodness†– and when the battle between Cheerwine and tiny bits of ice went all sorts of down in my tumbler – the ice must have gone all “melty†. . .totally knocking and semblance of taste right to the curb – leaving me with a nice smelling shell of a cola.
Since figuring out the trick s of the trade – I have been breaking the Cheewine out every so often on special occasions – pre-chilling both the glass and the can and enjoying my happy classy treat from the Carolina that seems to be on the toppermore situation wise – when compared to the one on the South that is . . .
I’m just talking about North Carolina ya’ll . . .
Uhm – yooze guys . . .
Ahhh – you all . . .
I just don’t know how to end things (sometimes).