We celebrated my younger brother-in-law’s birthday this evening and it was quite eventful. Not for the company (always fun), not for the food (always good), but for the soda served. Apparently Nick got stuck with a holiday pack from Jones Soda last year in a Christmas gift swap. They’ve lingered, untouched, until this evening when my mother-in-law decided it was time to open those puppies up and take a swig. Order of torture … er, tasting: smoked salmon pate, broccoli casserole, corn on the cob, turkey with gravy, pecan pie. I stayed well away and just watched the faces. Nick decided to bite the bullet before dinner and sample each. Erik, a good friend, decided that he couldn’t let Nick go it alone, so the two of them were sampling and making such wonderful faces. Byron decided to jump in, so it rather turned into an episode of “Larry, Curly, and Moe drink Jones’ Holiday Soda.” Carla jumped in after dinner and tasted very small amounts of the stuff. I don’t have any great pictures to go with this, but it was certainly an evening to remember.
Some things are just wrong July 31, 2006