Please don\u2019t hate me.
Perhaps it was inevitable.
Or (whisper)…maybe I was born this way.<\/em>
GASP!<\/strong>
But I don\u2019t drink beer.
And sometimes I have to admit that my signature gin & tonic really DOES taste like a pinecone.
So when my husband recently brought home a four-pack of pineapple-flavored High Noon vodka seltzers, I initially scoffed & labeled them a \u201csissy drink.\u201d
I compared them to WHITE CLAWS\u2026a beverage whose website features an article about dogs surfing.
(For the record, my dogs do not surf. They eat, sleep, fart, and puke up grass. Like 99.9% of other normal dogs.)
However my husband insisted that I try a sip of his seltzer.
It should be noted that I aced Nancy Regan\u2019s fifth grade \u201cJust Say No\u201d campaign with flying colors. However, I failed the peer pressure booster class at age 50.
So, with great trepidation, I took a sip.
Hmmm.
A bit fizzy for my liking. But flavor-wise, not bad.
And with no sugar or carbs & only 100 calories, it was ALMOST healthy.
(Or at least better for me than drinking a soda\u2026or even a juice box!)
It was this realization that began my slippery descension into the world of seltzers\u2026and there are many.
My favorite is a brand called Carbliss. That is because Carbliss has more flavor and is not as fizzy.
(Carbliss manufacturers\u2026If by some miracle you come across this little blog & want to reward me for this shameless endorsement, I will gladly accept a lifetime supply of your product\u2026 particularly your new cocktail-flavor variety pack that is not currently sold in Iowa.)<\/em>
In the great seltzer experiment, I also tried something called \u201cmom water.\u201d This is a canned fruit-infused vodka water. Each flavor has a different name. For example, the coconut mango that I purchased is named Sandy.
Lemon Blueberry is Karen.
Perhaps seltzers are a fad that will come & go\u2026like wine coolers and Purple Passion.
(Admit it\u2026who didn\u2019t take a trip down memory lane just now?)
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But currently, vodka seltzers are the \u201cIT\u201d drink.
And although drinking them doesn\u2019t automatically qualify me as an IT girl, I believe it does elevate me to a status above my normal $2.99 Aldi\u2019s wine tier…
Probably somewhere right below the surfing dogs.
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