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Here in Texas, and I suppose anywhere that might have a large Hispanic population, or even at one of those hardcore grocery stores along the lines of Whole Foods or Wild Oats, we are fortunate to have MexiCoke, the Mexican version of Coke. I thank the Lord for this creation.
Let me say this first: I love pop/soda or whatever you want to call it. Ever since I more or less gave it up in high school because I was brainwashed into thinking it would make be a better runner,* pop has been a luxury. I drink it maybe two or three times a week and look forward to it the same way I do a great meal, perhaps more so on really sunny, hot days.
*Looking back on this, giving up pop for high school sports was completely senseless. Every coach in every sport advocated this and for what reason? Because pop has SUGAR in it – ZOMFG! I want some scholarly research arguing that pop makes you a worse athlete.
I look forward even more to MexiCoke. Instead of that damn fructose or corn syrup or whatever the hell kind of combination they call it these days, MexiCoke has pure cane sugar. It is like the Free Base of Coca-Cola, a comparison not terribly off the wall because, as we all know, Coke used to be laced with cocaine.
Even the bottle is different. It’s glass and it’s taller. Somehow this makes the drink taste better. And this is PROVEN SCIENCE. — Mark Dent
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Music: M. Ward — “Primitive Girl”
We cycle through our fair share of music recommendations on here. But today, with Asher and Wiebe out on vacation, we’re offering up two more songs to enjoy, one new, one old. — Rustin Dodd
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Music II: Billy Bragg and Wilco — “Airline to Heaven”
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