Hello and welcome back Coke Fans! I hope everyone has had a wonderfully Coke-filled week!

Now, before we get to the featured presentation for this week I have a small anecdote to share with the class.

Allow me to set the stage for you:

It is Friday night. I have just spent a rip-roaring day at the rodeo in Fort Worth. Fantastic. I had a great time – saw some little piggies that went to market, saw a cow almost jump over the moon and then we saw 101 rabbits! And all that was before the clowns chased the bulls. Or the bulls chased the clowns. Either way it was great!

Now, amidst all my fun I have just not had my Coke for the day.

I know, I know, alert the media.

Well, after I get back from the aforementioned rodeo, I start to get a tiny headache. Soon, this small irritation in my life mutates into a headache that was like a buckin’ bronco inside my head.

Ouch.

As I was approaching the point in the headache where I felt like my brain was going to be squeezed out my ears, I dash into my dorm room to find the last Coke – waiting for me in the refrigerator.

Now, call me crazy, but I am almost positive I saw an angelic glow around the can, beckoning me towards it. Yes, it looked that good.

I snatched the can and then popped the top. That sound, that glorious sound…

“chek-chhhhh. Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Ahhhh.”

Immediate relief ensued. My life was saved thanks to that glorious beverage.

So to that, I say:
“Thank you, Coke.”

My headache was gone, almost instantly. If that isn’t proof enough for the wonders that Coke brings to my life, there really isn’t anything I can do to change your mind. I just described a mini miracle, people. If you’re not with me yet, it’s time to jump on the band wagon.

Anyway… back to the main event.
Now, I have long boasted that I can differentiate - without a doubt – true Coke.
Try to pass off let’s say (shudder) DIET Coke, or even worse, that-other-drink-that-must-not-be-named, and I’ll call you out.

Today, my friends, my seasoned taste buds were put to the ultimate test.

My boyfriend knows of my recent task to blog about Coke. In an attempt to give me something to blog about and to have a little fun, he created an experiment.

First, I had to sit in a chair with my eyes closed. This in itself was an almost impossible task considering he told me it had to do with Coke, and even more difficult when I heard the “chek-chhhh” but did not get to do the “Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Ahhhh!”

So, there I am with my eyes closed, waiting. I can hear Coke all around me and then I am allowed to open my eyes. He hands me two red cups filled with what looks like Coke.

I take both of them and he says, “taste them.”

Insert background information:
While at Central Market the other day, my boyfriend saw a massive bottle of Coke. He said to himself, “hmm. That looks suspiciously like the Coke bottles they have in Mexico. I wonder if it is the Coke from Mexico. Yes, yes it is the Coke from Mexico! I will get some and do an experiment with Kennedy…”

Resume experiment:
So, there I am, tasting two very similar Cokes. But I know there is a catch. With my killer Coke instincts I know there is an imposter among us. I taste. And I taste. And I taste some more (it was delicious) and finally he asks me, “which one do you like better?”

Moment of truth. I know I have to answer correctly – my reputation is hanging in the balance. I point to cup number one and…

Muah ha ha. Right on the nose! From my careful observation I detected a slight difference between Cokes A and B. Coke A was bubbly, crisp and a tad more refreshing. Coke B was a little sweeter and not as fizzy. As it turns out, Coke B was the imposter – sent all the way from Mexico and made with real sugar!

Nice try Coke from Mexico, nice try.