My family is infamous for two things:
1. Our inability to grow grass (seriously... grass seed, sod.. it doesn't work)
2. Daddy-O's Iced Tea.
My father doesn't drink water. He doesn't drink coffee or beer or any of that nonsense. My father has drank multiple glasses of his home-brewed iced tea for as long as I can remember. The clink of the ice in his glass is a familiar sound of childhood. Coming home to the smell of the tea bubbling on the stove is something I wish I could bottle. Friends and boyfriend invited over would always answer earnestly "iced tea please" when asked if they wanted something to drink.
Three simple ingredients with a side of magic. The recipe cannot be shared with anyone with a different last name, nor can it be written down. The fact that I got my dad to actually measure out how much "two scoops of sugar" actually equated to in cups, was a feat in its self.
Today I try my hand at continuing the tradition. Even though I don't share the same last name anymore, this iced tea runs deep in my blood.
Here goes nothing ;)
Always & Forever,