So last week I noticed a big matzoh display at the supermarket, which got me thinking about Passover Coke. For those of you who donâ€™t know, Passover Coke is special because instead of corn syurp, real sugar is used as the sweetener! The store we were in didnâ€™t have any. After checking several more stores as a side mission to the brisket quest, we failed, learning Passover was still too far off for stores to have the special coke in stock.
Before I continue I must explain a pretty weird connection my mom and I have. Itâ€™s a very peculiar but really real psychic random food synchro â€“ something. The example I most often cite is this one time I woke up and I suddenly wanted to eat this Korean dish called kong namul bahp, which is basically rice thatâ€™s been cooked with a little pork and a lot of bean sprouts, then eaten with a soy sauce mixture thatâ€™s loaded with garlic and red pepper. Anyway, this was maybe 5 years ago and I hadnâ€™t had it in perhaps 10 years. Anyway, I couldnâ€™t stop thinking about it the whole day, and when I got to the restaurant that evening, the first thing I told my mom was, â€œYou know what Iâ€™ve been craving? Kong namul bahp.â€ She shot me a weird look and said, â€œFollow me.â€ We went downstairs, and she showed me a huge bag of fresh bean sprouts (the dish requires a type a sprout we donâ€™t normally use at ther restaurant). She goes, â€œThis morning I saw these at the farmerâ€™s market and thought, I can make kongnauml bahp with these!â€ Freaky.In any case, the next day I get to the restaurant, and the FIRST thing out of my mom’s mouth is, “Have you ever heard of Mexican Coke?”
I shit you not!
A friend had found a place on York Rd., a latin grocery, that occasionally stocks the stuff. And I gotta say, it really is different. It tastes exceptionally clean, and the complexity of the myriad essential oils really comes through. In fact, I had that rare, intense sense of nostalgia gripped me after I took the first sip – it really took me back, in a very vague but definitely palpable way, to my childhood, when I guess Coke was made with sugar. I swear it really did! Anyway I am shamelessly hording my stash – I even have it hidden so friends won’t be tempted when they open the fridge. I know, I’m an asshole.