I came upon the most unusual scent at the gym this morning. It was not sweaty socks nor grunting man breath. But rather the sweet, nostalgic smell of Fruit Rollups. My mom used to pack Fruit Rollups in my lunch every morning in grade school — and they were prime trading currency. Sometimes I’d keep them to myself and chew away. Other times I might swap it for a Hostess cupcake or a Choco-licious double chocolate cake thingy w/ chocolate frosting gushing out the sides.
I wonder if you took a Fruit Rollup, rolled it up into a straw and used it to slurp up a gin and tonic, if it would taste good. There might just have to be an experiment tonight at the Back Door. Or perhaps I’ll just bring one to trade for beer.