I was reading the reviews of a local author whose book is going to be released soon ~Baptized in Sweet Tea~ by Ken Burger. It will be awesome I am sure. The title evokes the ease of our southern culture. But my throat closes and I shudder at the thought of taking a sip. Ok..here goes. I hate ~Sweet Tea~ I know, terrible right?
I have tried and failed miserably over the years to acquire a taste for it and have been known to run to the nearest waste facility to spit out the amber nectar of the south. This is not something taken lightly in the south and my DNA could be questioned by this utterance. I love everything about it other than it's taste though. The tinkling of ice in the clear glasses, lemon wedges crowning it's glory perched on rims. I have visions of wrap around porches lined with adirondacks or wicker furniture, every side table is graced with a half full glass of tea. The only reason that I may not be burned at the stake might be my affinity for RC Cola and Moonpies! While I'm fessing. Watermelon and Cantaloupe. Yup...that's right. Despise!
Oh and one more thing. I absolutely love Grits, but I can't cook them right. I may nail it once every five tries. My hubby describes them as either ~A Grit~ or ~Gritsesses~ One you can pick up and eat by the wedge, the other you can slurp with a straw. Oh well, still working on that one.
