If you know me, you know that I have a true and deep love for Dr. Pepper. I’m not one of those people who carry around a 4 liter or anything, and I don’t drink it every day, but whenever I have a craving it’s most likely going to be for Dr. Pepper. There’s nothing better than a can (no bottles ick) of cold DP poured over extra ice, crushed if possible, with a straw.
I’d say it was my mom who introduced me to my love for Dr. Pepper. We always joke around and say my mom gave us the addiction while in the womb, since she drank Dr. Pepper like it was goin out of style. She almost always has a Dr. Pepper in the house, and my dad knows to go get a fresh one if he’s been in the dog house lately. When my sister comes into town and we go shopping together, we eventually all need to take a break and get a DP to recuperate.
But our addiction goes back farther than just my mom, in fact it goes back to my great grandpa. Papa Rakes used to hide bottles of Dr. Pepper in his work shed out in Virginia. He’d pull those hot, flat bottles from the saw dust in his shed and drink them like they were the best thing he’d ever tasted. Of course he had to hide them in the sawdust, when you have 7 kids and 22 grand kids, drinks like Dr. Pepper don’t stay around for very long.I think my great grandpa would be proud to know we carry on his DP addiction. Whenever I have kids, I’ll make sure and sit them down and tell them all the family Dr. Pepper stories. I’m sure I’ll be adding my own to the family hall of fame.