My mother gave me life.
She also gave me a strong affection for tea.
That’s the English lady in her, I suppose.
On the way home tonight, I picked up an iced tea and enjoyed how refreshing it was as it passed through my lips, over my tongue and down my throat.
I’m a fan of all teas, though.
Hot tea, with a couple of sugars and milk.
Iced tea, sweetened or unsweetened.
Tea-shirts … well, you get my point.
It is, in my humble opinion, a straight up fact that Wendy’s unsweetened iced tea is the best.
Dunkin Donuts isn’t bad, though I usually toss some sugar and lemon in with my D&D tea; something I never do at Wendy’s.
Then, likely, I’d go for my hot tea, made my way, with some chocolate chip cookies. Yeah, that always hits the spot.
Sweetened ice tea? The mood has to be there and when it is my choice is likely Lipton.
I’ll drink Snapple if that is the only thing that was available, I suppose.
Snapple’s raspberry iced tea is probably the best of the bunch.
Tea with ginseng just sucks.
So, thanks, Mom, for my birth and my affection for tea.