I like Tang.
I drink Tang.
It's an old habit that hasn't appeared for a while. It seems to have returned of late though.
Let me explain to you why I feel the need to confess this. Some of my readers are Memphians. You may be unaware of a Louisville phenomenon. People here are hard core about whole foods. Off the top of my head I could give you a reasonably long list of women I know (and/or suspect) grind their own wheat to make bread. You might think I’m kidding. I’m not. I admire their efforts. Unless I'm living in a hut, I'll probably never grind my own wheat though.
I sit in my office and 95% of the time, I am drinking water out of the cup on my desk. But occasionally of late, I just need a little help in the afternoon. So… I pour a hearty amount of Tang into my clear cup. I fill it with water. When I finish, a syrup remains at the bottom. I take it strong.
And as I enjoy that cup of sugary Tang…I think to myself, “What will I do with my cup if a wheat grinder enters the room?”
I guess I would just look them straight in the eye and say, “Have you read that research about the benefits of artificial color?”
At least I’ve made progress in the area of pudding cups.