It is the sugar that makes sweet tea. I knew this before I knew how to brew it. It is for this reason that I hesitated to ask my grandmother for her sweet tea recipe. Gran’s sweet tea is amazing. And as with many amazing things, sometimes the recipe is best blissfully ignored.
It has been seven years since I’ve been to North Carolina, and many things have changed. I no longer know the town, the streets, or the buildings. But I know the people—and somehow that realization came from neat rows of sweet tea lined up at the end of a buffet.