The other day, I told my son he could go get a pop from the fridge. This is a rather remarkable event for several reasons. In the first instance, he had no idea what I was talking about when I said pop, so I had to explain that pop was the Canadian term for soda. Apparently being a Canadian while raising kids in the US can lead to some cultural misunderstandings. Secondly, it was remarkable that I was even uttering the sentence to him at all. I very rarely let my kids have pop (soda), and I never offer it to them of my own accord. I’ve never been much of a pop (soda) drinker, and although we keep some around the house, it’s mostly for guests and a six pack can last us months upon months.
Sugary, carbonated drinks have never been my thing, as they tend to make me feel more parched than I started off with, but I am also not very keen on the artificial sweeteners in most diet pops. And given the epidemic of obesity in our society, I am so very glad that pop (soda) drinking was not a habit I ever developed. I usually stick to water to quench my thirst. But I occasionally find myself sick of the taste of H2O and eager for something else to cool my tongue, and it’s not easy to find something that meets my specifications.
I am Carolyn, a writer, runner, mother and diabetic. I am also the evil mastermind behind this blog. I live for food. Join me in my experiments in creating delicious low carb, gluten free recipes. 
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