Ice | Twisp, WA | August 2019
I grew up in south Louisiana certain that ice should be the main ingredient in any glass of sweet tea or Coca-Cola. The heat, humidity and conversational habits demanded we sip something cold — icy cold — while we sat in the shade to analyze the latest Saints game. The tea or soda was mere flavoring. In my early travels northward, I noticed immediately that the amount of ice in a glass was inversely proportional to the distance from my hometown. Half a glass in Memphis. One-eighth of a glass in Chicago. A measly four cubes in NYC. Imagine my horror upon discovering that the first Dr. Pepper I ordered in Washington State arrived lukewarm with no ice. I didn’t understand it in 1977, and I don’t understand it now.
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