It all started with Scooby Snacks. Our unrelenting love of Scooby Snacks.

Every Friday, after school, April and I would go to Munchie’s – when it was actually called Munchie’s – to split some Scooby Snacks and an Unwrap. Yeah, we were cool.

After we graduated, we kept up the ritual – going to Munchie’s on Friday nights for Scooby Snacks and Unwraps when April was in town. Silly April thought she had to get away and went to IU; I was at Ivy Tech.

The summer I turned 21, the summer before I went to Paris, we went to Munchie’s on a Friday night. We saddled up at the bar, ordered our Scooby Snacks and stared at the taps before us. I wasn’t much of a beer drinker and even on my 21st birthday bar crawl, my spirits were limited to fruity well drinks from the Piere’s bar.

Anyway, that night I decided to ask the bartender for a beer. Any beer he thought a newbie would like. He gave me the Summer Daze, a light, “refreshing” brew so they say. And I loved it. I stocked up on six-packs at Belmont and was determined to make something of them. Well, with them.

I figured the hints of nectarine would transform to a fruity dessert. I figured wrong. My Orange-Summer Daze cake was a flop. April and I fed it to the neighbor’s dog.

The beer … well, we made sure it didn’t go to waste.