Dear California,
Today I scoured the aisles of 4 different Ralphs and Vons looking for apple cider.
What is your frocking damage? In New England we have so much of this crap the locals sweat it out of their pores and we end up re-selling it to the Japanese as local delicacy “New Englandese Pocari Sweat, Cider Flavoured”. Yet, when asked for the location of this ambrosia, all the stockmonkeys at the store point me towards the bottled juice aisles. There isn’t a single pulp-ridden apple cider gallon jug, barely pasteurised and refrigerated, to be found here. Don’t any of your tax-ridden hellhole state’s slackjawed natives WANT to even taste this nectar?
California, you frocking suck. The following are NOT apple cider
a) Apple Juice with 720 grams of sugar in a millilitre
b) Pedialyte
c) Sparkling juice in bottles made to look like wine
d) De-alcoholised alcohol
e) Sprite
It isn’t enough that I’ve given up cranberry bogs, bog fog, rustley leaves, Ichabod Crane, rain, water winds and the smell of mulch to live in this desert paradise. Now it turns out I’ve given up honest-to-god pulpy apple cider too.
I hate you. Now be hot and sunny tomorrow so I’m reminded of why I moved here in the first place.
Sincerely,
Monkey
November 23, 2007 at 1:07 am
Sob. I do not like reading your blog, sometimes. The thought of moving to California hurts me bad enough. Then, I read shit like “NO FREAKING APPLE CIDER?” WTF?
That is so many kinds of wrong.
November 23, 2007 at 4:43 am
No apple cider? How odd. We even have apple cider here, in the pit of hell.
November 26, 2007 at 1:11 am
Oh, this was too funny! Hope you found some somewhere!