- Wednesday, April 3, 2013
I cannot drink ginger ale without having a flashback to my childhood. Every stomach virus that came along found me and/or my sisters swaddled in blankets on the couch, in front of the television, a glass of ginger ale close by. I don’t think my mother was aware of the medicinal properties attributed to the gnarly rhizome, and I’m not sure how much ginger is actually in a glass of ginger ale, but it seemed to do the trick. It kept us hydrated and was one of the few things that our tender tummies were able to tolerate in times of illness.