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President of the United States of Love.
Because I know what's important, I've spent most of my time not nailing down a place to stay in NYC (my current situation is unsatisfying, to be brief) but trying to figure out where I can get a decent glass (or Mason jar, as the case may be) of sweet tea. As the ill-fated dude in Witchboard says, "Priorities, man!" Also, I don't want a repeat of the "Starbucks incident" from last summer.
Me: I want a cup of hot black tea and a cup of ice.
Barista person: You want iced tea? We can make iced tea.
Me: I want it hot so I can make sweet tea.
Barista person: We have sweet tea.
Me: *eyes narrow* Is it real sweet tea?
Barista person: I don't know, ma'am!
I made it but it was subpar because the tea was all wrong. I want sweet tea! It is of vital importance. Luckily, I am not the only one who believes so.
Idk, something about being away from the south makes me crave the food. I guess it's yr typical don't-know-what-you-got-till-it's-gone situation. I find myself perusing the websites of NYC bbq joints and getting freaked out because some of them don't serve a barbecue plate what is up with that omg. Some of them don't even have okra! How am I supposed to eat my (figurative) barbecue plate without my okra side? I will not, that's how.
I have recently reunited with my old friend Ben and by reunited, I mean, we've started mercilessly teasing each other about everything. Like so:
Me: And there was this really drunk girl there--
Ben: Was it you?
Anyway, Ben is now mocking me because he thinks I'm going to roll into town like the second verse of a certain song from Hair:
"(and if you ask him to dinner you're going to feed him:)
Watermelon
Hominy grits
An' shortnin' bread
Alligator ribs
Some pig tails
Some black eyed peas
Some chitlins*
Some collard greens..."
Whatever! Whatever! I do what I want!
*Most lyric pages I found actually say that this word is "chili" but I almost certainly believe it to be chitlins. Since when is chili traditionally associated with southern food? Since never, I says. Ye olde Wikipedia backs me up on this. (Feel free to ask me about any of those foods.)
Me: I want a cup of hot black tea and a cup of ice.
Barista person: You want iced tea? We can make iced tea.
Me: I want it hot so I can make sweet tea.
Barista person: We have sweet tea.
Me: *eyes narrow* Is it real sweet tea?
Barista person: I don't know, ma'am!
I made it but it was subpar because the tea was all wrong. I want sweet tea! It is of vital importance. Luckily, I am not the only one who believes so.
Idk, something about being away from the south makes me crave the food. I guess it's yr typical don't-know-what-you-got-till-it's-gone situation. I find myself perusing the websites of NYC bbq joints and getting freaked out because some of them don't serve a barbecue plate what is up with that omg. Some of them don't even have okra! How am I supposed to eat my (figurative) barbecue plate without my okra side? I will not, that's how.
I have recently reunited with my old friend Ben and by reunited, I mean, we've started mercilessly teasing each other about everything. Like so:
Me: And there was this really drunk girl there--
Ben: Was it you?
Anyway, Ben is now mocking me because he thinks I'm going to roll into town like the second verse of a certain song from Hair:
"(and if you ask him to dinner you're going to feed him:)
Watermelon
Hominy grits
An' shortnin' bread
Alligator ribs
Some pig tails
Some black eyed peas
Some chitlins*
Some collard greens..."
Whatever! Whatever! I do what I want!
*Most lyric pages I found actually say that this word is "chili" but I almost certainly believe it to be chitlins. Since when is chili traditionally associated with southern food? Since never, I says. Ye olde Wikipedia backs me up on this. (Feel free to ask me about any of those foods.)
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have fun on your trip. hope it's awesomely fabulous
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And thank you! Have fun in Japan!
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I was also once tricked into eating barbequed opossum. It tasted like chicken.
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Please explain grits to me. I've always wanted to know. I know what shortnin' bread is (I think) because the Andrews Sisters explained it to me. Well, I know that mama's little baby loves it, anyway.
Sweet tea...I had to look at Wikipedia. It made me cry: don't put water above 90 degrees on the teabags??! Everyone in England (I speak for them all) is shocked and appalled. Anything less than boiling -- ideally still bubbling as you pour! -- on teabags here, and the Queen will have you shot for treason.
We should one day have a tea off. I think England takes its tea as seriously as the south, we just have different approaches. It's impossible to get a decent mug of our style tea anywhere outside the UK. Fact.
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I don't know about that 90 degrees thing--I put the teabags in the water and then bring it to boil.
I feel your traveling tea pain. That is different from traveling T-Pain, though.