Volcanic Vomit & The Hunt For Lilt
Plus a Marry Me Chicken open sandwich recipe
Welcome to Baby Brain, a space where I - Charlotte, hi! - write about my life as a mother of three small children - Poppet (m, 4 years), Pickle (m, 3 years) and Peach (f, 10 months.) Those are not their real names. These are real stories from our days.
At swimming one recent Monday, I happened across a bottle of Lilt. Sat in the vending machine on the very morning I’d found myself musing ‘I don’t think I’ll ever find a Lilt in the wild again,’ this bottle winked up at me from it’s spot between a Pepsi and a Tango, not a care in the world as it awaited its fate, no idea that I’d spent weeks, nay, months, seeking it out.
Lilt used to be everywhere, but is now nearly impossible to find. Rebranded as Fanta Pineapple and Grapefruit due to a(n alleged) cultural appropriation row, Lilt is a drink I remember from my youth that quietly disappeared from the shelves in recent years, returning in its reincarnation only briefly before largely fading away.