I was trolling through my mother-in-law’s kitchen looking for something to take the edge off. Matt’s parents are Adventists so I wasn’t expecting to find anything in the form of alcohol, but maybe something sweet. Ahh. A pitcher of Iced Tea. I poured myself a glass and took a big gulp. Of the most disgusting thing ever: cold coffee. Sick. I came out on the porch with my sour face.
“Dude! Why would you save cold coffee in a pitcher?” I complained.
“Iced coffee?” My brother-in-law suggested, holding up his delicious and refreshing looking beverage. Oh. I pay $3 to get one of those. Hmmm. My other brother-in-law saw the look on my face as I was putting this all together.
“How do you make iced coffee?” He grinned, knowing what was coming.
“I just pour it over the ice cubes and it pretty much sucks.”
So now we have our own pitcher of cold coffee in the fridge.