I have an unvarnished, immense affinity for Mountain Dew. No matter if it’s accompanying chicken parm, a Thanksgiving or Christmas meal or a tuna sandwich, a crisp, effervescent, subtly tart glass is the perfect complement. My brother and I have both been utterly entranced by the siren song of Mountain Dew for over a decade (enough so that I mention it in my professional bio).
My pals have had a running joke for years that my general culinary proclivities lean rather hifalutin, except for Mountain Dew, which could be considered a glaring anomaly. The beverage — which, as reported by Ian Douglass at Mel Magazine, borrows its name from a common term for Appalachian moonshine — tends to be culturally derided as lowbrow or gamer fuel.
