2003-04-24 - 2:11 a.m.
Mountain Dew
Here we find yet another blog entry inspired by an overnight double shift at the ER. Last night, or, this morning rather, I ingested the first Mountain Dew I'd had in a long, long ass time. Now, before I go on, let us first look back...
When I was an annoying young lad growing up in Florida, I used to drink Mountain Dew as often as I'd breathe humid, lifeless air. Being a young lad with eyes wide with wonder, I would often question the origins of Mountain Dew. I'd ask:
1) Were the designers really thinking of mountains?
2) Green. Why?
and lastly...
3) What is this wildly inventive citrus-like flavor?
As I stated earlier, in recent years I've tasted little to no Mountain Dew. But I HAVE been cooking savory meals with ingredients such as ginger, sesame, and fresh limes. In fact I recently prepared a meal of Cornish Game Hen with said ingredients used in the marinade, in which I arduously squished four whole limes into a dish.
At the mid point in my 16 hour shift I opted to purchase myself a 16oz bottle of Mt. Dew. I was somewhat excited because it had been so long. As I poured the fist cup (I pour out little cups of soda at a time in order to stretch out the beverage drinking experience) all of the questions I had as a young dink came rushing back to me. I took my first sip and was gravely disappointed. Lime. Mountain Dew is little more than lime flavored soda. I believe the nexus of my disappointment was not the lucid entity that is Mountain Dew, but rather I was disappointed in my curious younger self.
I still don’t get the mountain shit.
