Boy, how I used to love me some sweeeet tea! I was Born and raised all over the south. They even showed us how to make sweet tea in large, clean pickle jars in Home Economics. Those were the good old days when you wanted to learn how to keep a clean house and blah, blah, blah!!! I usually skipped that class unless we were having food. And to this day I still can't sew on a button.
Now after living in CA for 8 years I can't touch sweet tea. Four years ago we went home for a few weeks. My first stop was the Cracker Barrel and Sonny's Pit BBQ! I HEART SONNY'S PIT BBQ! If I could Marry it I soooooooooooo would. Get me a preacher ladies we are about to have a Wedding! All of their sauces and the thinly cut pork! I ordered a BIG glass of iced sweet tea. I had been wanting the real stuff for years. No one sells sweet tea in CA. So, I get this glass and I can't drink it. My taste buds had changed on me. They done went crazy on me. I look up at my husband like what the heck is wrong with me. He's like you haven't had the stuff in years. Actually I do make it at home. Slooooooooowly I started using less and less sugar at home. I evolved I guess. So like a Big Baby I asked for a glass filled half way with unsweetend tea. Yes!!!!! I had become one of those people. You know what I mean my Southern Bells!
When I reached my family that night everyone was whispering how I had changed. Some people commented about my new accent. Blah, Blah, Blah.....all I could think about was the sweet tea.
All you Southern Bells must hold your glasses high and drink one for Manic Mom. Never let your taste Buds say No to that Southern Sweetness! Ok, I am crazy I told you. I am off to get ready for the yard sale and trip to Malibu.