Blogging about tea

Blogging from East Bruce

With apologies to Daniel D. Emment who wrote Dixie land in 1859 for a minstrel show as a joke

Oh I wish I lived in the land of Lipton, sweet iced tea is always ready,
Drink it up, drink it up, drink it up Lipton tea!

When a Southerner leaves our little universe, we discover the awful truth about the world outside of dear old Dixie.
You can’t find a proper glass of sweet iced tea! You might order a glass of sweet of tea but chances are what you get will not even resemble that sweet concoction that we were all weaned on. Tea in any other part of the world is not the same. The other evening I was squalling through Steele Magnolias for the umpteenth time and Dolly Parton’s character Truvey called those glasses of sweet tea she was serving “the house wine of the South”. And she wasn’t woofing.

Drinking sweet iced tea is one of the most traditional things about a Southern meal. There is an art to brewing that clear orangey reddish liquid we cherish so much; seven or eight of the small tea bags have hot (not quite boiling) water poured on them along with a cup plus a smidgin more of sugar. Then when it reaches just the right color its diluted to the one and only gallon pitcher whose only purpose in life is to pour the nectar of the gods into a tall glass that is packed full of crystal clear ice.

In the south when we say sweet tea, we mean sweet . I read somewhere (don’t try and pin me down where, I read a lot of stuff!) that Southern sweet tea is twice as sweet as a can of ‘Co-Cola’. I find that hard to believe but there are some ‘nutritional scientists’ out there that swear it’s so. But hey, look at the other sweet stuff we love to eat! We Southerners have a hankering for pecan pie and pralines and sweet potato pie and sweet potato compote, and mint juleps. Oops, did I say Mint Juleps?! Why shut my mouth! Now there’s a classic Southern cocktail if you consider Kentucky as southern too.

Maybe our fascination with sweet tea is with the ice. After all it does get hotter than blue blazes down here and there is nothing more refreshing and hospitable than sweet tea poured over ice. I love to hear the ice crackle as the warm sweet tea pours over it. I smack my lips in anticipation of the sweet treat! And don’t go and try and to sneak in instant tea and pass it off as the real deal. A true Southerner can tell the difference. Tea does not have foam on the top!

My oldest daughter Ariel and I had the opportunity to travel to Washington DC a couple of summers ago. She attended a youth leadership conference and I was taking summer classes at Washington Theological Union. For two weeks she and I attended our classes and communicated each evening by cell phone. As we would recount the days events the one common thing that we both noted was, we were starving. Both of us were longing for good ole white Wonder Bread and a tall glass of sweet iced tea. Oh, I could order the tea and get a glass of tea with a few cubes of ice in it and pack of sugar. That was not going to cut it. The little deli I ate at daily finally took pity on me. They called me Mississippi. ‘Hey Mississippi! Show us how you make tea way down there in the South.” So I did. I showed them how to pack that glass full of ice and just how sweet tea should be and how make a proper tomato sandwich. As they sampled my humble creations I saw them smile. The next day as I headed toward the metro for my trip into the city I noticed a new sign on their menu. New Items! Southern Sweet Iced tea and Tomato Sandwiches. Food and Sweet tea….the universal language.

Food For Thought

Now here’s some ‘food’ for thought. When is the last time you and your family sat down at the dinner table and had a real meal together? Oh you know the kind of meal I’m talking about….Remember when we were kids and we would be outside playing or working in the yard. Mom was busy in the kitchen whipping up those mashed potatoes, boiling the ears of sweet summer corn and black-eyed peas, pulling that big black skillet filled with cornbread out of the hot oven and serving it all with slices of garden fresh tomato and chunks of onion and of course the tall glass of sweet iced tea. Mom stuck her head out the door and yelled ‘Supper!’ and we came running! After a trip to the kitchen sink to wash our hands everyone sat around the dinner table and enjoyed that meal. Now I grant you this might have only been a couple of days out of the week and Sunday was one of those days, but it was a good time for the family.

Fast forward a couple of decades and now what is a family meal like? Jump in the car and go to Sonic or Subway, grab the bag with the sandwich, go home, plop in front of the TV and watch ‘Are you Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?’. Breakfast might be the kids are strapped in the backseat and mom tosses an oatmeal bar at them while she is gulping down the diet soda as she frantically drops them off at school on her way to work.

Our lifestyle today is not conducive to family meals and that is so sad. Just because Mom is at the ball field with the kids during a game and Dad drives up and they grab a burger at the concession stand, does not qualify as a sit down meal together. Some kids today don’t know how to conduct themselves in a dinner situation. They take calls on the phone, they don’t know how to pass food or even pass the salt and pepper (they are married and never go anywhere without the other) and they don’t know how to have a conversation around the table. The dinner table is where a family builds its identity and culture. Legends are passed down, jokes rendered, eventually the wider world examined through the lens of a family's values. Younger kids pick up vocabulary and a sense of how conversation is structured. They hear how a problem is solved, learn to listen to other people's concerns and respect their tastes. A meal is about sharing. So pull up some chairs. Lose the TV. Let the phone go unanswered. See where the moment takes you. Bon Appetit!

Food Pantry and Goofy politicians

Saturday was hot and I and few of my Methodist brothers and sisters were right out there in the oppressive heat sweating off a few gallons of water. No, we were not exercising, at least not in that sense of the word. We were giving out food boxes at the Our Daily Bread Food Pantry. The morning began around 10:30 when my husband and I arrived at the parking lot to start checking off the names of the people that were lining up and give the pickup ticket according to how many family’s boxes they are there to get. Bro. John Foster set up his tent for the cool water station while trying to get people lined up neatly. I had a bag of ice draped around my neck and wore a huge hat. It made the heat a bit more tolerable. The good folks from Louis Memorial had the assembly line going and in one hour we had given out 206 boxes. At times it’s a lot like herding cats.

The Food Pantry gives out food once a month to those in need. Pray about it and then come help us in anyway you can. You will sweat in the summer and freeze in the winter but in your heart, you know you are doing the work of the Lord.

Later I ventured out to go listen to some political speeches and to stump for my dear friend Mabel Murphree who is running for Public Service Commissioner of the Northern District on the Republican ticket. I heard some good speeches and some that made me stop and go HUH!? One such speech maker said he doesn’t believe in the ‘Toyota Way’ referring to the coming Toyota Car Plant in Union County. After listening to this candidate I think he is sadly misinformed about what the term ‘Toyota Way’ means as well as not understanding the Japanese culture.

Listening and learning are key principles to Toyota, that and a desire for continuous improvement. The Toyota executives came to North Mississippi and they saw a potential workforce of hardworking people that desire to have an education and good jobs and they saw that our culture and people are not that different from theirs. Toyota saw our potential folks! How long has Mississippi been the front page whipping post for America? How long has Mississippi been ridiculed for being ignorant and backwards? How long have we been laughed at because we talk with a southern drawl and since we talk slow, we must be slow thinkers? Now is our chance to show America and the world that we are not dullards. I am glad that there are visionary people in the PUL Alliance. They worked hard to make this plant happen. I am proud of Gov. Haley Barbour for going to Japan and meeting with Toyota and getting us this plant.

I think I can safely assume that most people haven’t traveled to Japan. I have and I have friends there and when they travel to the US they come to Mississippi. It is a beautiful country and they hold their traditions close to their hearts just as we do. They love their children, just as we do. They have extremely strong family connections and take care of their own, just as we do. They also have one the strongest educational and work ethics of any country I know, probably more so than we do. So, Mr. Candidate, before you go and start bashing the ‘Toyota Way’, read and listen and then make an informed decision. I, for one will be talking to people and I will cast my vote for the candidate that understands what that term means. The polls open at 7 AM on Tuesday August 7th. That’s my 54th birthday and I can think of no better way to celebrate the day than to work at the polls and to cast my vote.

Be Prepared

You can collect almost anything these days. The Franklin Mint makes a mint selling everything from replicas of antique cars to porcelain scenes from “Gone With the Wind.” Well, I have a collection of my own: Umbrellas! I must have gone through about 20 of them and I think there are 5 at home. I have several with the Velcro closure. I have one with the snap closure. I have one with a silver button. I have one with Mickey Mouse. I have one that looks like a sunflower and one that looks like a Monet painting. It all depends on where I was when the thunderstorm hit. And every time it happens, I tell myself, I’m not going to buy another one, and then I’ll be out shopping somewhere and it starts pouring down rain so I give in and buy another one. And then, a week or two later, when the weatherman is predicting rain, I forget one of the ones that I already have and go out of the house without one. So what I’m about to say falls under the category of “Do as I say, not as I do.” Because I do exactly what Jesus tells us NOT to do in today’s gospel. I end up not being prepared. And I get soaked. I sometimes think I’m single-handedly keeping the umbrella industry afloat. But Christ today tells us something every Boy Scout knows by heart. Be prepared. Be like the servant who is awaiting the master’s return. Have the lamps lit. Be at the door, ready to greet him. Be prepared. There is an almost anxious tone to this gospel – and I suspect we often think of it in terms of the second coming, or the last judgment. Be prepared for Christ’s return, and to have to give an accounting of your life. Be prepared to be judged. That is part of it. But I’d like to suggest another way of approaching this passage. One more hopeful. Because this particular gospel is not about an ending…but a beginning. Be prepared…for something wonderful. Be prepared for God to come into your life. Be prepared to open the door to Christ…and let him in, and to serve him. In a way, this gospel is nothing less than a profound parable about the vocation to the Christian life. We are all called. Each of us has a vocation, a calling to fulfill for God. But are we able to answer it? Are we listening for it? Are we prepared? Are we ready for whatever God wants us to do with our lives? Are we looking for Him, anticipating Him? Are we ready to give Him what He wants and needs – our time, our talent, even perhaps our lives? I think it’s misguided to think of this as just referring to material wealth. After all, Christ had earlier told his disciples that life does not consist of possessions. No, I think this passage goes deeper. What we have been entrusted with can’t be measured in dollars, or kept in a bank. You can’t stash it away in a safe deposit box or a trust fund.We have been entrusted with something better, the most monumental gift: our faith. The letter to the Hebrews puts it so eloquently that faith “is the realization of what is hoped for, and evidence of things not seen.” It is something beautiful and mysterious. And it is ours. Our Catholic Christian faith has withstood two millennia of persecution and denial and doubt. And it has been passed on to us – the deposit of faith, and all the sacraments. In short: we have been entrusted with much. And much will be required. You can never know when God might come to your door, asking you to give something back. Be prepared. Be prepared to feed the hungry, or shelter the homeless. Be prepared to listen to a child who is hurting…or comfort a friend who is lonely…or say a prayer for a stranger in intensive care. Be prepared to stand up for those who have no one to stand up for them. The weak, the frightened, the old, the unborn. Much will be required of the person entrusted with much. And still more will be demanded of the person entrusted with more. Look around you at the faith that has been handed to us. And look before you, to the tabernacle, where the Eucharist, Christ himself, waits for us. And look to the altar, where the greatest mystery of our faith is about to unfold. We have been entrusted with everything. What will we do with that? This morning, we pray to be ready whenever God comes, for whatever He may ask us to do. Light the lamp. Wait by the door. Be prepared. Be prepared for something wonderful. And of course…if you don’t remember anything else I’ve told you this morning, please remember this: Don’t leave home without your umbrella.