Here is a thing I have noticed – When you have a birthday, we eat cake. When America has a birthday, we set stuff on fire and make things explode in the sky. I’m not sure what that says about us as a nation, but I’m not sure I dislike it.
Real life genuine fireworks are dreaded around here (pet parents know what I’m talking about) so I’m a fan of the quieter variety, Pop Rocks. Now, I know what you are thinking; Really? Pop Rocks? The exploding candy stuff?
Yeah. I know. And 364 days a year you could not pay me to eat Pop Rocks, but for July 4th, I’ll take those little candy crack shards any way I can get them. Because that is what I will do for you, America. That’s patriotism!
A few years ago I made a major, major flourless chocolate cake with Pop Rocks crumb topping, and I’m not even going to pretend it wasn’t magnificent. Plus, I’m doing this thing now where I keep to a strict eating plan 6 days a week but go nuts on the 7th, which is usually Saturday, aka Faturday, which means this upcoming July 4th will coincide on my day and I’ll have free range to indulge. I’ve been plotting for a month. The question is, what to make? Let’s look!
Can’t get enough? Here is a gem of an article on the origins of Pop Rocks, Magic Shell, and the Slurpie.
And, yes, Slurpie get’s a capital S.
Even if you don’t drink them you gotta capitalize them. #respect