But I am apparently not a good Southerner. Even though I never lived further north than Birmingham, Alabama (except for 1 year in Colorado) I just have to admit to not being a good daughter of the south. Almost all my people were southerners but . . . well you get the idea.
Why do I bring shame on my heritage? I can sum it up in 5 words: Sweet Tea makes me gag.
Now I love tea; hot tea, iced tea, green tea. But please keep the sugar away from my tea. If I wanted to take in the amount of sugar it takes to qualify as "sweet tea," I would just sit down with a spoon and the sugar bowl.
Now my Daddy loves him some sweet tea. If it isn't sweet tea, he adds enough sugar to leave a thick layer of undissolved sugar on the bottom of his glass. Hubby is the same way.
Junior . . . well Junior loves sweet tea but I am pretty sure that he just loves sugar. You could offer him just about anything with sugar and he would be delighted.
Daisy doesn't really like tea in general so she has almost equal dislike for both the sweet and un-sweet teas, with a slight preference for the sweet.
So I am the lone hold out in our household. The one rebel against drinking sweet tea.
It's just sad.