I take a short intermission from all other pertinent topics, to bring you a small shrine to my favorite beverage, ever.
Although, I was not even a twinkle in someone’s eye when this wonderful diet soda made it to market, it managed to capture my heart. See, my Dad loved TaB, and I remember being a little kid and begging him to share his TaB with me. And my friends, never underestimate the childhood nostalgia factor, because it’s huge. (Just ask the Schwan’s man how much stuff we bought from him recently, as my brothers and I urged our Mom to get all our favorites from when we were younger).
So TaB…the illustrious, mysterious soda in the ever so lovely pink striped can. No matter how much you tell me it tastes like battery acid, or how I will die from cancer because of it’s saccharin/nutrasweet cocktail, I will continue to drink it faithfully. And I will continue to pillage every grocery store I come to that has a stock of TaB, leaving some poor addict left to drive to all kinds of stores to find it, since I’ve stocked up.
So thank you TaB, nothing can give me a little spring in my step like knowing that I brought an extra can of you along with my sack lunch.
If you want to learn more about this wonderful soda, check out these links: I Love TaB, Wikipedia: TaB, The World of TaB Soda, TaB Soda Web.














