I was reflecting upon one of my favorite books as a kid - Harriet The Spy.
She was a girl of specific habits who lived in Manhattan. It was from her that I first heard of an egg cream. As a child raised in the south this seemed quite exotic. I couldn’t wrap my head around what it could be and why it might taste good.
It took about 15 years until I could finally taste one. Harriet was right - it was delicious!
Was there a book or rhyme that caused you to ponder an unknown food or drink?