We've become big gum-chewers around here. Admittedly, it is my fault, I found my old addiction last January, after the perils of Holiday Gluttony. It tends to keep the munching at bay. Miles was a quick advocate of the habit upon my return, and there are times we shop for the soul purpose of gum restocking. Sad, but oh so true.
Last time, while I grabbed several packs of peppermint, Miles decided to try the new Eclipse Cherry Chill gum. I like minty, he likes fruity. Admittedly, upon smelling the gum, I thought of my momma's favorite birthday dessert—cherry chip cake—and my mouth watered. I observed my adoring husband's face as we tried the new flavor, and there a passed a remnant of his "I don't know if I want to gag or burp" expression. I asked tentatively, "How is it?"
"Interesting," he replied, looking nice and green. I distracted him with tangent-heavy conversation, a tactic that usually confuses him enough to forget his troubles, until he pinkened up a bit.
I had nearly forgotten the incident until this afternoon when I grabbed some gum from the drawer, the termed "Gum Drawer", if you will. I was focused on something else, not paying attention to the chewsome fare that I was selecting. Cherry Chill gum is nothing short of disgusting, I promise you that. It's like chewing stale, solidified cough syrup.
I feel an obligation to say something positive about this gum — the glass is always half full, and all that..
I'd have to say that this gum is absolutely perfect for anybody senile, or those who use a tasting-mouth dog. If you fit either of these categories, the cherry-laced with antiseptic palette is sure to please. Enjoy. Blechhkh.