Most people actually like carbonation. Unfortunately, I donāt. (I wish I did; occasionally, I have spent hours swirling pop cans just to get some pain-free flavor).
Fortunately for me, Michael doesnāt either. Last night, we found the solution to all of our carbonation problems: blowing bubbles.
Basically, we wanted to have a date but were really exhausted, cause, yāknow, weāre parents and feel like our bodies have just been on the wrong side of a car wash.
So we broke out our two favorite date night beverages–whole milk and martinelliās apple cider–and commenced sending telepathic heart emojiās at each other while sipping our drinks with dixie bendy straws.
But, being well trained by my toddler, and avoiding sipping too much cider at once (on account of the carbonation I donāt actually like), I started blowing bubbles in my cider, at which point Michael said, āI bet milk blows better bubbles.ā
So we blew bubbles for the next forty seconds, and would have for much longer if it werenāt for the headache I was incurring from trying to compete with Michaelās milk bubbles. (Yeah. Milk bubbles annihilate cider bubbles.)
When I went back to sipping my cider, it was perfect. No cankerous carbonation pricking my tongue, just a very fine fizz. Thatās all.
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