The children are leaving (again) tomorrow, so today I am all aflurry with laundry and packing and snuggling and cooking (motto: When in doubt, BAKE!). I figure that blogging can wait a day, and even if it can’t, tough.
However, as I was making a fresh pitcher of iced tea, this morning, I couldn’t resist a bit of delight, thinking about telling all of you mintphobics that I just brewed my own concoction of mint tea, with MINT! MIIIIIIINT! from my herb garden. It smells divine.
And I always brew my tea without any sweetener, because I’m a complete sugar fiend and am therefore not allowed to have sugar in my beverages. (This is me, cultivating a taste for the unsweetened, grudgingly.) But, you know, I’m going to be having some guests in the next few days, so I had a brilliant thought.
I checked on the kids and then I went back into the kitchen and made a batch of simple syrup so that if someone wants their tea sweet, they can have it.
So, I’m coming up (in a few weeks) on having lived in Georgia for an entire year (!!), and y’all argued with me when I cooked bacon, and argued with me when I made grits, but this is irrefutable, I’m pretty sure.
I believe having added sugar to water and boiled it in this manner for iced tea makes me OFFICIALLY SOUTHERN.
Just thought you’d like to know.