Posted by
Dave on Monday, October 02, 2006 3:08:40 PM
How can I use the name Cackalacky and not write about Sweet Tea. I don't know if it should be capitalized, but it definitely seems proper to me! I absolutely love Sweet Tea. In fact, it's safe to say that you can
stop by my house unannounced, ask for a glass of Sweet Tea, and have
one in hand in only a matter of seconds.
I used to joke with my yankee friends (and by yankee I mean anyone not raised in the
south) that when I was a baby, my mom would put Sweet Tea in my bottle instead of milk. Well, the older I get the less I'm sure that it's a joke.
Speaking of yankees, as far as I'm concerned, you're no longer in the South if you can't get Sweet Tea at a restaurant. At one time Maryland and Northern Virginia were considered the South, but by my definition those days are long gone. The James River is the new Mason-Dixon Line. Anywhere beyond that and people either look at you funny or tell you they don't have Sweet Tea but you can have mango passion fruit lemon strawberry watermelon tea. Listen honey, Sweet ain't an adjective.
I will say the funniest thing I've ever heard about Sweet Tea came from my boss, a Korean raised in Michigan, who said that the first time he tasted Sweet Tea it reminded him of chocolate milk.
I still don't know if that's an insult or not.
Ya'll come back now, ya hear!