Pretzels and Cola

I think it's neat how our brains come to associate one thing with another. Meredith and I were at church camping this weekend, sitting around a campfire. And as I started to eat some pretzels, the thought of a nice cold cola came to mind. I was taken back to the many summer nights at Turkey Point that Graham, Colin and I would haul my PC and subwoofer over to his cottage and hook it up to their TV so that we could watch DVDs, which at that time were new on the market. Graham was a huge pretzel fan, and inveitably the Coke would also come out. There we were: Lounged out on the couches, laughing, feasting on those salty pretzels and slurping back Coke. I can still hear the ring of ice hitting the sides of the glasses.