New city, new home, new job, new food, old dog...and new drink
Lately, I've been cleaning out the closet, so to speak - organizing my books, folding my clothes in a fashion Rachel Ray would respect - gettin' it together, tightenin' the belt, drawin' up a Bath and Body Works bubble bath with some Herbal Essences Chamomile scented with Lemon Iced Tea up in this and worrying about mano e mano, straight me doin' me, FEEL?!
In case you've been wonderin', I've been - to channel Ellington - sentimental, just what happens wherever one may be, whether a million miles from home or in the comfort of your pop's living room; the mind is truly your only best airline.
Coupled with an imitation can of Pringles am I happenstancedly blessed with the wonderball known as Yeo's Grass Jelly drink.
Like biting into an Egg McMuffin, like listening to an old Boyz II Men single, like dancing the Tootsie Roll, I've rediscovered this gem, which has, to channel Dion, everything coming back to me now, being that I grew up with this drink, chugging this with every Cam Huong meal, sipping it like that purple stuff while checking my Upper Deck packs for holograms.
Unfortunately, can't find it everywhere. I obama that I can find it at many more places because the best birthday present would be cases of this liquid heaven. Wink.
And, uh, don't trust everything you read on wiki please:
"Grass jelly drinks are also very popular amongst Vietnamese women; they are believed to enhance fertility, this is caused by the high levels of estrogen contained in the grass's root."
I reckon growing up drinking this stuff + growing up in Berkeley can explain quite a lot about me.
