In the south, nothing says welcome home like a tall glass of sweet tea. So I cranked the stove to high, set a pot of water on to boil, and got ready to welcome.
Do you have any idea how quickly a Lipton teabag will combust when dropped onto an electric burner?
Do you know how big the flames are if ten teabags are tied together when they hit said burner?
How do I know this?
Because I nearly burned down the house in that attempt to make some sweet tea. Not just any house. The brand new, paint-is-still-pristine, boxes-are-still-packed, townhouse of my then-boyfriend (now hubby, miracle of miracles). Nothing ruins the ambiance of a new home like soot stains on the ceiling and the aroma of scorched black tea layered over the fumes of just-laid wall-to-wall carpeting.
Luckily, there was no irreparable damage, and after a quick call to the insurance company to be sure his policy was up to date, the then-boyfriend (now hubby, miracle of miracles) was ready to forgive and forget.
Well, maybe not forget. The incident has come up each time I’ve unpacked the tea pitcher in a new house in the past ten years.
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