Not-Brewed Iced Tea in my book. |
Something that rubs me the wrong way is the iced tea dispenser at my local convenience store. It clearly says "Brewed Iced Tea." But in reality, the dispenser is a mixer for water and an iced tea concentrate from a box under the counter.
Is that really brewed?
Technically, I suspect, the concentrate is brewed at the factory. But in my world, I expect freshly brewed iced tea. By the mere shape of the dispenser, I'm lead to believe that is what I'm getting.
Maybe I'm too literal with words.
This past weekend I picked up a few dozen cookies at a church bazaar. The ladies of this congregation were always known for their homemade treats. I especially enjoy the delicious cutout sour cream cookies like my mother would make at Christmas.
Imagine my disappointment when I got home and realized that about half a dozen of the beautifully decorated cookies were actually frozen precut cookies from the food supply company.
Silly me. I was lead to believe by my previous experiences that all the cookies would be homemade. But I might have known that times have changed. Those great cooks are long gone and a new generation of working women, with jobs outside the home, are baking cookies for the bazaar.
Another example is when a group of men don football uniforms and call themselves the Detroit Lions. We expect them to play football and maybe even win a game now and then.
I guess it's all just an illusion for the mind.
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