Tiger blood, Bobcake, and bad movies

So we're driving down the road, returning from an afternoon of eating bad food and exploring a nearby beach community, when we pass the roadside, weekend-only market one of whose vendors sells shaved ice with the tiger blood flavor. Kyle ponders the sweet redness of tiger blood and finally decides that he must indeed have some. We pull a hard right, drive over some dirt, and out of the car he goes.

When he returns, he brings this.

As always, click on a picture to see a larger version.

As we continue the ride home, Kyle enjoys its sticky-sweet goodness.

He finishes it well before we reach the beach house. One of the costs of playing with tiger blood is what it does to his tongue.

Of course, it is a price Kyle pays gladly.

In other food developments, the Bobcake continues to stand strong despite our repeated attacks on it.

I am confident, though, that the end is now in sight for the giant monster of cakey deliciousness--assuming, of course, that we do not all first die of chocolate overdose.

Like Kyle, we weigh these potential costs and decide to risk them.

When you stop

at a roadside, weekend-only, outdoor market, it's about a hundred degrees and the air is so thick with water that you can almost drink it, you have over an hour before the movie you're about to watch, and you see this sign


what do you do?

You order the tiger blood shaved iced, of course--at least, that's what you do if you're Kyle.

The rest of us just egged him on.

For the curious, here's the creation itself.


We asked the purveyor of these fine ices what this flavor was. His response: "Fruit punch." You have to give him marketing points; after all, if you're a kid--clearly the target audience--would you rather drink fruit punch or tiger blood?

Tiger blood, you bet.

Kyle confirmed that it indeed tasted like fruit punch.

None of us braved the warhead topping.