
Awhile back I did one of the darnedest things. You may recall. I made this root beer float. And I’m still trying to decide if it was the best decision of my life, or the catalyst to having nightmares when I envision warm, sandy beaches and waves crashing along the shore. Along with bikinis. Root beer floats and bikinis don’t go together. Did you know that? Let me rephrase that. Daily root beer floats and bikinis don’t go together. Unless you’re a freak of nature. Even though root beer has never really tickled my fancy, I’ve developed something that some may call an… addiction. It hurts to say it out loud. For someone who has never found a thrill in drinking carbonated beverages, all I can think about is cold, bubbly root beer twenty four seven. It tastes so good when it hits your lips. See that frosting up there? It’s a bit ridiculous. The vanilla frosting tastes like vanilla ice cream, and that little guy? That little bowl is filled with root beer frosting. I’ll say it again in because I can’t really believe it either. Root beer frosting. Root. Beer. Frosting. I don’t want to lead you [...]










