For those of us who grew up in Michigan, Vernors Ginger Ale was an everyday part of our lives. This was the ginger ale I knew and loved. If any of us were sick, Mom gave us some ginger ale to calm our stomachs. When I went to visit my Grandma, we had Boston Coolers – Vernors and vanilla ice cream.
Vernors originated in Detroit. A concoction of ginger, vanilla and other ingredients, originally aged in oak barrels, it has a very different taste than any other ginger ale. If you’ve grown up drinking Vernors, nothing else will do. Canada Dry? Yuck. Vernors remains a regional favorite. When I moved to Philadelphia and Boston, I had to give up my Vernors. Every once in a while in San Diego, I would discover it in some specialty store. When my parents visited, I managed to get a hold of some and my Dad introduced Don to Boston Coolers. I had one friend who, after moving to Ithaca NY, would buy cases of Vernors when he was visiting back home, take it back to Ithaca and store it in the bathtub.
The other day I was at rehearsal and I saw an empty Vernors can. On the Stage Manager’s table. I did a double take. Then I proceeded to interrogate everyone in sight. Where did they get this? Who carries it? My mission was clear. Find Vernors.
I did. Clearly Wisconsonites have good taste. I love this stuff. I’m happy.
Now… how to get it regularly shipped to my cottage?
I missed most of the craziness of Blogger being down. It wasn’t until late this morning that I realized that something was wrong. That’s one of the perks of being so busy, I guess. I did lose some comments from my Wednesday post, which is annoying. But I know some of you lost posts and that’s unfortunate.
Have a good weekend! I’ll be working.