Friday, June 17, 2011

Notes on iced tea

Three stainless steel towers stored sideways in memory of sweeter times...

When a mountain brewed by the sun and naked of fructose refreshes nevertheless which explains the condensation underneath the plastic rim. And outside, green leafy vines intertwine the saggy vinyl clothesline hung to approximate a football field upside down. Your sunburnt back is peeling off fuzzy winter melons.

Yet jasmine and rock candy can be frozen into a compress to alleviate soiled linen napkins. Though simple syrup, a boiled concoction of water and refined sugar, on each of the other hands, always says hello in polite company. Good manners breed better taste especially in citric circles.

Or so the British but not the Chinese would like to believe.