Today I stopped at the market on the way home from running errands to pick up a few things for dinner since it is my night to cook. The weekly menu posted on the fridge lists "Sarah's Medley of Goodness" as this evening's offering and I certainly don't want to disappoint with a billing like that.
Standing in the checkout line at Safeway (sorry Rebecca, I did not go to Andronico's or Elephant Pharmacy or Whole Foods or even Trader Joe's *but* the veggies I bought are all organic so fear not) I decided the special treat of a Coke was in order, having gazed with longing since yesterday at the Diet Coke in our fridge...so I bought one along with everything else.
Once home and settled in I poured myself a glass of fizzy sugary delight, only to realize it is not fizzy sugary delight at all but rather fizzy high fructose corn syrup-y delight. Ugh. I'd forgotten about that.
In Israel, as in the Mission district of San Francisco, Coke is sweetened not with HFCS but with good old, straight-up cane sugar. Mmm, dee-lish. The Coke you buy in the Mission comes from Mexico and is usually sold in glass bottles that the taqueria guy has to pop for you with an old-fashioned opener that he keeps behind the counter so no one swipes it from the salsa bar. The Coke you buy in Israel comes from the territories and is sold in 500mL bottles just like any other soft drink, except that some Jews refuse to drink it because it is produced by Palestinians in the Arab cities of Ramallah and Jericho.
Mexicans, Arabs, whatever, whatever. Bottoms up, I say. While I do prefer me a Coke with sugar rather than high fructose corn syrup, really when it comes down to it I am an equal-opportunity soft drink consumer.
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