January 27 15

Each second half of December, we visit Atlanta. It is one of my most favorite times of year even though it’s full of chaos and I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t always take too well to chaos. No one ever sleeps, at least three people have sickness ranging from gastro bugs to pneumonia, and we have to choose one movie for many, many different children.

But yes, one of my favorites.

Its a bit of an escape from the depressing Toronto sub-zero temperatures (I swear I can’t even remember the last time I felt my extremities). It’s concentrated, precious time I rarely get with my family. It’s unlimited baked goods. It’s time to pull focus away from stresses of the work and home-selling and where-will-Isabella-go-to-school-next-year variety.

And also, there’s gingerbread coke.**


You see, in 2001, I gave up Diet Coke. Cold turkey. I had to. And it was easier than I thought it would be, and there was very little temptation. Until I walk into the World Of Coca-Cola and I am surrounded by amazing historical paraphernalia and punch-in-the-heart secret Coke videos that involve pregnancy announcements and soldiers surprising their parents.

And then there’s that sound. That one. That one when you open up a can of Coke and it makes that sound.

Marketing geniuses, those Coke folks. They are basically Don Draper—could sell me anything. I swear, after the Carousel episode of Mad Men, I wanted to buy a 1960s-style slide projector.

And at the World Of Coke, I needed to have my first taste in four years. Gingerbread Coke, in the tasting room, while my son was sampling every single one of the 104+ different flavored including the Beverly which I have been told tastes a bit like bad dish soap.


I had a taste. And then another. And then another.

I had to pretend to be my twin and wait for the Coke pourers to change their shifts to get more, because they keep the gingerbread under lock and key. Unlike the Beverly.

And good heavens was it worth it. I fell off the wagon. I don’t even feel badly about it. And I’ll have you know that I have only had half a cup of Coke Zero since this incident, so no interventions are in order.

Until next second half of December, I’m thinking.

**This post is sponsored by nothing but Wagonfalling.

  1. OH, The Beverly… that Italian offering that I took a picture of my friend tasting in August/September when my friend and I were in town for DragonCon (I previously went through the factory twice in may during a family wedding)… how I hate it.

    And I LOVE mineral water.

    Like, I’d love to drink it instead of water because there’s no sugar but has the bubbles.



    Comment by Mari on January 27, 2015
  2. I think I tried every flavor the time I went with Darcey. All I remember is there is some really awful flavors in Africa and Asia.


    alimartell replied on

    I only tried the gingerbread…I’m not daring even a tiny bit.

    But my son, he tried ‘em all. Like, big cups of them all.


    Comment by Kristabella on January 28, 2015
  3. Hahahaha, just this weekend I was at Epcot with the girls and they have a much smaller version of this in a little coke store. Sadly, they did not have the gingerbread but they did have the Beverly. I wouldn’t dare taste it again, but I tricked the kids into doing so. Anna was revolted, but somehow Claire liked it. I didn’t believe her so I made and watched her drink it again and she stayed firm, she thought it was ok just not her favorite. What the heck? At least we all agreed on the Inca cola.


    Comment by Patrick on January 28, 2015

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