So I'm changing the directions of this blog for one final time.
The blog about, for, and including Southern-isms that I've learned and made up (mostly made up) in my 20 years of living in East Tennessee.
The first one we'll talk about is sweet tea.
Yes, we're starting commonly.
Sweet tea is the life blood that pumps through our veins. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, it doesn't matter hwne we drink it as long as we have some. I don't mean a tablespoon of sugar in some hot tea. I mean 6 tea bags in a huge pitcher left out in the sun at noon and brought inside right before supper. 2 cups of sugar added, and briskly stirred with an old wire whisk. Pour it over some ice and it's the most refreshing drink you'll ever have.
While it is something that's wet and sweet, it's also go a scientific purpose that was probably never taken into account when the tradition started.
Tea lowers the iron count in the blood stream, which in turn leads to a slight anemia. Which can make you feel colder than you already are. Which, if you've ever been south of Kentucky in mid July at high noon, is a blessing and a half.