Now, if you’re a southerner like me, you may roll your eyes when you see this post. I wouldn’t blame you.
But I have a story to tell.
Many years ago when Mark and I were still dating, we took a one-week trip to Maine. At the first restaurants we went to, I was craving iced tea and ordered some.
What did I get?
Instant iced tea, which is just nasty after you get used to brewed iced tea.