Ziploc sandwich bags filled with white sugar were lined across the table. The boys couldn’t stop touching it, holding it, letting it drape across their face. It certainly wasn’t the point of the exercise but it was an eye opener for the adults about the power of sugar.
At the Scouts meet the other day, the Pack conducted a presentation on sugary drinks. It was a “Healthy Unit Patch” activity to show how much sugar was packed into Coke, Gatorade, Sunny D and Capri Sun. For each drink, we dumped the amount of sugar in a plastic baggie. They actually saw the seventeen teaspoons it took for a 20 oz Coke.
They gawked at it. So much sugar. Their eyes lit up like Tony Montana facing a mountain of cocaine. One boy placed his finger on a bag of sugar and asked, “Can I take it home?”
“What about the Sunny D?”
While they all knew that water contained absolutely no sugar, there were a couple among them that commented, “Blech, water. I hate the way it tastes!”
It’s not the only time I’ve heard kids say that. They’re usually the kids who have a crushed bottle of generic water in a warm lunch box. How could warm, plastic toxin tasting water compete with an ice cold Snapple in a glass bottle?
And that’s the sad truth, it’s really not their fault they diverge from water. Most kids who drink a lot of sugary drinks have parents who drink the same, or parents who dispense it like – well, water. And if you really think about it, a hundred years ago, all people big and small, drank rum or ale because the water was too filthy to drink. So who’s to blame, right?
Although I was told that the cheapest vodka run through a Brita water filter will taste like Grey Goose, I’d still suggest using it for water and serving that to your kids.
It is worth experimenting, however – for research purposes, obviously.
The main soda drinker in our house was Samu but he rectified that situation on his own by developing a taste for Taki’s. It’s a corn snack flavored with chile and lime and it’s amazing. Not the taste but the fact that it shuts him up and gets him to guzzle water. Currently, it’s all the rave among his classmates and I’m sure that’s why the school aides are smiling. Why didn’t Frito Lays see that coming?
In closing, I’d like to add that respect for water has always been upheld by brewers and distillers. My father always preached that he’d rather I drink beer than soda. Of course, I was four years old at the time and probably the only pre-schooler served a glass of beer simply because it was Canadian.
I just remember it was delicious.
At this stage, especially after all the attempts at home brewing, I see that quality water is the “umami.” It’s the crux of life, booze and authentic New York pizza. While my dad gave me a glass of Canadian beer, I gave my boys a sandwich bag of white sugar to prove the point. And in their future of proving that water is holy, they have – the Brita filter.