Squirrels in crisis

It may be that the next entry will come from the sewers of Paris. (Tennessee of course, we’re not buying groceries, so airfare is probably not gonna be in the plan now is it?) However, instead of cradling a loaf of bread a la Jean Valjean, I will be clutching a fistful of tea bags pilfered from the workplace. Only two days into our quest to live off the fat of the pantry, we have discovered that we are out of tea bags.

For those of you out there who can’t comprehend the crisis of a lack of sweet iced tea, I’m not sure how to even begin to explain to you. Surely there is something in your life that is a parallel. If not, my only suggestion is to try holding your breath — for two weeks. I have discussed the dilemma with my one truly southerner coworker. He agrees that a meal just isn’t the same when drinking anything other than iced tea. He did suggest that we might try iced coffee though.

Some digging in the pantry revealed enough Crystal Light pink lemonade for perhaps a week. There is also maybe a six pack worth of random beers. We have some cabernet, including a spectacular 1991 bottle. There is a bottle of calvados and half a jug of sangria. And now there is a fistful of pilfered tea bags to get us through. Honor and experiments are all well and good, but this is sweet tea we’re talking about. Now I just hope the rationing plan works.

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  • June 23, 2006 at 3:52 pm

    Ice tea (what other kind is there besides sweet?) = more important than air to breathe, especially when that air is hell-hot and muggy, like it is in the deep south.

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