When we moved to Carolina, then, there was a whole new world of food and beverages to explore. The most dramatic shift in my diet was probably an increase in seafood. I had never been a huge fan of seafood prior to our move, but as LCB predicted, once I tasted more and more seafood fresh from the Atlantic, I grew to really appreciate much of it.
On the beverage-front, one of the first things I noticed on one of my initial trips to the grocery store was a beverage called Cheerwine.
I think the first dozen times I went grocery shopping, I skirted around it, unsure of exactly what it was.
I mean, it had the word “wine” in it. But it was sold in the pop aisle (a.k.a. soda aisle for some of you) in aluminum cans and 2-liter bottles.
This was a tad confusing.
My assumption was that it was pop, but still, I had visions of inadvertently serving wine to my 2-year-old. This was ridiculous to the extreme on my part anyway, since my 2-year-old, 7 years later, has still only had pop once in his life and decided it was vile stuff that should only be served up with a side of torture and a handful of maladies. Perhaps the fact that I had given birth to our second child only weeks before our move altered my otherwise semi-logical thinking. Perhaps.
Regardless, a person with a stronger sense of self would have just asked someone about Cheerwine.
I just lurked near it in the pop aisle for months, trying to be sure.
Eventually, I did try it, and came to the conclusion that there is, in fact, no wine in Cheerwine. Not that it would have been a problem if there had been, but generally speaking, I prefer to know what I’m drinking before I drink it. Actually, I’ve consumed some pretty foul-smelling, murky-looking beverages brewed in friends’ basements, and it’s all been good, because I knew I was going to drink scary-in-a-glass before I even took a sip.
Cheerwine, however, is in fact a pop with a cherry flavor to it. I’m not hugely into cherry flavors in general, but everyone who likes cherry flavor that I’ve met really likes Cheerwine.
I knew Cheerwine hails from North Carolina, but I couldn’t remember what city, so I looked it up (it’s originally from Salisbury). I also discovered something interesting.
Apparently, they recently had a contest to choose a Miss Cheerwine, someone whose job is to travel promoting Cheerwine.
Shoot. I would have entered, had I known about it beforehand. It would have been fun, traveling the country promoting Cheerwine. I could have blogged about it as I went. I think I would have won, too, when the judges found out I came with three small people. You know, it’d be a four-for-the-price-of-one deal for them. I can just picture it: Miss Cheerwine and her three small people, sharing cherry-flavored carbonation with the world, one city at a time. We could even use my daughter as a mascot for their new ad campaign, “Born in the South. Raised in a glass.” She’s our Carolina girl, born and bred. She’d think it was great fun to ride around in a giant glass that we could call her Cinderella carriage.
Now theoretically, the age requirement for Miss Cheerwine may have presented a small problem. They were looking for someone between the ages of 21 and 25, which means we would have had a very slight age discrepancy on our hands. However, when they saw that I came with three small people, I’m sure they would have been willing to make a
massive slight age exception.