Justine here. This is but the first in my upcoming series of ongoing obsessions.
My love affair with Tab The All-Occasion Beverage began somewhere back in the mid-70s when I was put on my first diet. It’s sweet, vaguely orangey nectar filled my sugar-deprived, slightly starved childhood soul with sacchariney goodness and the promise of someday not wearing Pretty Plus jeans from Sears. Ah…Tab. You were a great deceiver, for I am still carting my ass around in a sidecar, but your effervescent charms haunt my reveries and fill my days with the rememberance of diets past, minus the Madelines of course.
Pictured above is a rather interesting variation, a truly rare specimen of the elusive Lemon-Lime Tab, known to inhabit musty basements and possibly bomb shelters.
