In our new series, Flashback Fridays, we take a look at our favorite blast-from-the-past foods—still living, some long dead. Cue the nostalgia.*
When I last texted Justin Bieber, I told him all about this new super successful series we'd started on Delish (#FlashbackFridays. Duh.). Even though we were in kind of a weird place, he was so excited to hear about the hilarious reminiscing we were doing and, honestly, before I could even ask, offered to help me out with the next installment. You know, I mostly thought he was joking because he's a busy guy, and last time we talked it seemed like we were growing apart, but then I came home from work earlier this week and saw this:
Justin! You doll! I love that you were so explicit here—Double Popsicles were the best and we should totally talk more about not being able to find them anymore.
Ugh, do you remember that time we shared a cherry one back in 2008 after "One Time" first went viral? We talked about how excited you were for your forthcoming debut album and how convenient it was to have a snack that stayed so sturdy even after you split it right down the middle to share with your BFF. At first you argued that a pair of single popsicles—the OG ones—would serve the same purpose, and we fought and fought over it until you came around to my side: Double Popsicle or bust. God, that was such a good day. The one that cemented our bond, if I had to pick.
Oh man, now I'm just remembering how those double pops became Our Thing. I went through that phase of only wanting to eat the orange kind and you were so grossed out. Which, like, fair. But we compromised for a few months on eating one of each, so each of us would have a half we preferred better—still the perfect friendship-saving snack. Because, you know, friendship is based on sharing, caring, and compromise.
Jesus, Justin. You know, I'm still so mad about how we ended things. You went and got famous (and sure, yeah, I was so happy for you. You were my best friend after all.), and as if the people at Popsicle knew I couldn't be with you on tour, as if they knew we weren't in a good place, they discontinued the pops. Our pops. The only good pops. The double pops.
...All I had left was memories of better pre-teen times and a bunch of disgusting leftover grape-flavored double popsicles in my freezer, taunting me with their grossness and simultaneous nostalgia. Fuck.
And then your olive branch. First in the form of a cautious text, then in the form of a very public tweet. All to help me with my article. All to help our friendship. All to help all friendships everywhere that depend on delicious frozen treats that defy the laws of nature.
You did it, bud. You showed me. You restored my faith in what we have. You probably restored joy to freezer aisles everywhere. I love you, man. Always have. Always will. Popsicles at my place soon?
*This particular edition of Flashback Fridays is just a 600-word joke because I really love Justin Bieber and also miss Double Popsicles very much.
