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Hitting bottom

Although today was an exception, the weather has been much warmer of late. So I’m packing away my winter clothing and putting  the teapot on a high shelf.

But this infuser makes me want to pull out the English Breakfast one more time:

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My daily cuppa seems much more exotic with this fellow exploring the depths of my favorite mug…

…or iced tea pitcher, perhaps?

Southern comfort

You don’t know or appreciate the mother’s milk that is iced or hot tea…

kermit tea
…but that ain’t none of my business.

I know I am a little late to this meme, but I had to take a shot.

Call for entries

I had new head shots made a couple of weeks ago, and while I had the photographer’s undivided attention, struck a couple of poses just for the fun of it.

Here’s my favorite.

CarlaCurtsinger2014_thumbsupMy friends will tell you this has become somewhat of a signature move for me (no matter how ill-advised).

I posted the shot on Facebook today and within minutes, one friend who has a talent for Photoshop quickly added his own editorial spin to the pic not once, but twice:

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(What can I say — the guy knows what I like.)

I welcome any other friends of The Egg to post your creations in the comments section. (Note I said ‘friends’…and I do moderate all comments.)

Can’t wait to give your creativity a big thumbs up!

Still refreshing, ya’ll

I have an 11-month old niece who loves iced tea.

Okay, that’s a stretch.

Hope has been married to my nephew Dustin for 11 months…and, like me, she is a daughter of the South who loves sweet tea.  (She’s been tweeting about it all weekend!)

So, in her honor — and in honor of the day — I am re-posting my blog from this very day in 2010…

Happy National Iced Tea Day!

iced-teaToday we celebrate the official drink of summer, that mother’s milk of the South — iced tea.

I grew up drinking my iced tea brewed with boo-coo’s of sugar, but today I prefer it with a just a touch of the pink stuff (Sweet ‘n’ Low).

Now, I know there are a lot of coffee drinkers out there who have never tried iced tea, or who simply consider iced tea the ‘second-class citizen’ of caffeinated beverages.  If that is true, I ask you this:

Which drink is so popular it has it very own piece of flatware?

Iced tea 

(It has its own long-handled iced tea spoon.  Coffee?  No such utensil.)

So, when the next heatwave leaves you feeling parched, consider a tall, thirst-quenching glass of sweet iced tea. If you’re lucky, you might just pick up a sexy Southern drawl along the way.

Refreshing, ya’ll

Happy National Iced Tea Day!

Today we celebrate the official drink of summer, that mother’s milk of the South — iced tea.

I grew up drinking my iced tea brewed with boo-coo’s of sugar, but today I prefer it with a just a touch of the pink stuff (Sweet ‘n’ Low).

Now, I know there are a lot of coffee drinkers out there who have never tried iced tea, or who simply consider iced tea the ‘second-class citizen’ of caffeinated beverages.  If that is true, I ask you this:

Which drink is so popular it has it very own piece of flatware?

Iced tea 

(It has its own long-handled iced tea spoon.  Coffee?  No such utensil.)

So, when the next heatwave leaves you feeling parched, consider a tall, thirst-quenching glass of sweet iced tea.

If you’re lucky, you might just pick up a sexy Southern drawl along the way.

Southern comforts

I’ve said it before — I’m no foodie.

Many of my friends bemoan the fact.  Here I am, living in New York City, a bazillion wonderful restaurants literally steps from my apartment, and I go out to eat rather infrequently.

I’m an embarrassment to my ‘hood, no doubt.

But send me back to the South for no more than 24 hours, and every Facebook post I make…is about food.  Not the delicacies you would find at the five-star restaurants lining the streets of Manhattan.

Oh, no.

I wax poetic about the Southern-style veggies served for lunch at Cracker Barrel. (Sweet potato casserole — I mean, come on!)

Shed a tear at how much bacon they put on a breakfast platter at the airport diner.  (Nine strips.  That’s just wrong, but oh, so right.)

Smile nostalgically when asked if I’d like “sweet or un-sweet tea.”  (I always choose un-sweet and add my own Sweet ‘n’ Low, but you know you’re in the South when you hear those words.)

I guess you can take the girl out of Fancy Farm, and tempt her with ‘fancy foods,’ but I’ll always have more simple tastes.

Or, as my friend Denny Keller would say…

“You’re so simple.”

Whine and dine

I happened upon “The Bonnie Hunt Show” during my business travels last week, and her floor director made a comment that I’m thinking about putting on a t-shirt.

Bonnie was teasing him about the number of cookies he was eating before the show, and he replied, “I’m an adult now. I can eat as many cookies as I want.  I’m in charge of me.”

Damn straight.

Even at my age, I am asked time and time again to explain my behavior, simply because it goes against some preconceived societal norm.  The one that irks me the most?

You don’t want wine with dinner?  Everyone else is having a glass.”

I am so tired of answering this question.  Why should my not drinking alcohol ever be an issue?  But for some reason, it is.  And I find myself explaining, again and again.

Do I ever make people explain why they choose beer…or wine…or a mixed drink?  No.  Because I don’t care what they drink.  It doesn’t affect my enjoyment of what I’m drinking or eating, so why should my decision to drink iced tea affect theirs?

Heck, iced tea looks like liquor — a darn big glass of it — so by all appearances, I’m drinking.  And if you’ve hung around with me, you know iced tea makes me very, very happy, and when I’m happy, I’m very, very social.

Yes, this is a pet peeve.  But I feel better having vented. Thanks for listening.  Heck, let’s all go grab a cookie…or two…or five.

We’re all adults here, right?