And that makes me want a 7/11 Slurpee!
There’s probably enough sugar in a 7/11 Slurpee to kill a horse.
Anyone else remember going to 7/11 on a hot summer day as a kid and grabbing one of these amazing frozen sugar bombs? My parents didn’t buy them for us very often, so when we did get one it was a major treat.
I used to mix the blue, the red and the Coke flavors together, then suck the different layers through my straw until my brain would freeze.
Yet… now as an adult… I can’t get a Slurpee without thinking about genetically-modified corn, artificial sweeteners, diabetes…
Sometimes it’s great to be a grown-up… sometimes it’s not. Especially when other grown-ups write mean articles about things you used to love as a kid.
I wonder if I could make good, healthy organic high-fructose corn syrup from my heirloom corn? Then I could crush my own cochineal insects for red dye, hand-crack my own ice… and re-create those classic 7/11 Slurpee headaches in my own home…