Sick. Need Peach Hi-C.
I haven’t been this sick in a very long time. I can’t remember the last time I had a fever, but it must have been in the 80s because, darn it, this fever has set off such a hankering for peach Hi-C. A hankering that is destined to go unsatisfied. Unless somebody out there has a bomb shelter set up with all kinds of Hi-C and Spam and whatnot. That would be awesome.
My mom didn’t usually buy Hi-C or anything fun like that when I was growing up, but when I was sick, she would buy me a giant can of my favorite peach drink. That, and a can of Planters cheese balls. Or cheese curls, depending on which texture I was after. I can still remember the smell of those cheese balls when I peeled the foil back. Yum.
I’ve been dreaming about peach Hi-C in a can, opened on 2 sides (to avoid the glugging when it’s poured) with that little thing that used to put triangular holes in the many varied tin cans that held our liquids in the 70s and 80s, and popsicles for my sore, sore throat. I called Bryan at work this morning at about 7:00 and tried to communicate to him with my nearly non-existent voice that I would need him to bring me some popsicles on his way home or else he shouldn’t bother coming home. Only I couldn’t really talk that much, so I didn’t get to threaten him and be all dramatic. So I just used my scary voice to say, “Redrum” over and over and he got the hint. Then I staggered back to bed and dreamed that he couldn’t find any popsicles anywhere because they stopped making them when they stopped making peach Hi-C. After waking up from that nightmare about 23 times, he finally came home with my precious yum yums.
So sad that I’ll be missing the Chair is Art show at Gallery 202 tonight. Bryan will be there with the girls because Liberty worked on a couple of chairs with her art class. Some of our friends also have chairs in the show. It will be fun and I hate to miss the fun. Boo.





April 25th, 2008 at 5:48 pm
Maybe you can find some on ebay. Hope you feel better soon!
April 25th, 2008 at 10:01 pm
We missed you-hope you are feeling better soon! Hope the girls and Bryan can fight it off. You all need to be well by Tuesday damn it! I’ll keep a look out for the peach Hi-C-maybe Marc’s!!!!!
April 26th, 2008 at 8:06 pm
I hope you’re feeling better now!
I was looking for a can opener like that the other day, for a can of something, and then realized the can had a pop top.
I crave ginger ale when I’m sick. Thank goodness it’s still out there. When did they stop making Hi-C? Or is it just the peach? Do they make peach Koolade? Did I spell that right? Why do I always misspell Koolaid? And playdoh? Did I spell that right? I tried.
April 26th, 2008 at 9:16 pm
AWWWW. Boo that you are sick. What is it about birthdays that make us sick? We always get sick around our birthdays. Isaac got sick the day after his this year too. It must be the sugar that supresses the immune system or something. I hope you feel better soon. I missed the chair show too. Forrest was really, really sick. Feel better.
April 27th, 2008 at 1:49 pm
Thanks for the well wishes, ladies. Feeling a little better, but with no voice. My kids are loving it.
@Alissa, I think even if they still made peach Hi-C it probably wouldn’t taste the same without the giant metal can, you know? It has to have that faint metallic taste to make it right. And, I don’t know why you always misspell Koolaid. I just don’t know.
@Melissa, a sick dog? That’s bull. You might be right about too much sugar consumption around here. We partied hard. I hope Isaac had a good birthday. We thought about him and wondered what he was doing. But then L&L got wrapped up in their own birthday celebration and didn’t call him or email or anything. Selfish.
May 15th, 2008 at 3:08 am
Awwww…this brings back memories! I always got a can of Hi-C Peach when I was sick or for a special treat too! I’ve been searching online for years just hoping & wishing that they’d re-release it. Or maybe sell it in Asia or someplace. I’d order cases & cases of it! Open it in 2 spots otherwise the vacuum wouldn’t allow anything to come out. Good times!
(sorry for being a rambling nostalgic stranger…)