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A Little Sour, A Bit Bitter.
I live in a part of the world that is famous for the amount of sugar it puts in everything — yes, America, but a specific part of America lovingly known as The South. Its in the tea. Its in the cakes. Its in the pralines. Its in the buttermilk biscuits and gravy, just so we can say its in there. You literally can’t escape it.
I also come from proud, sturdy Oklahoman/Texan farming folk who came from proud, sturdy German farming folk. Boy, does my dad’s family love cake and candy of any kind after meat and potatoes of any kind. Its how Mundkowski’s roll.
(Aunt Sandy, did I spell that right? I’m sure I spelled it right this time…?)
I’m kind of an outlier. While I certainly have a monster sweet tooth that needs to be beaten into submission from time to time, I’m mainly that weirdo who orders her tea as black as the aching pit her student loans have left in her soul.
Its fun, because then people look at me like,
What can I say? Bitter is better. In spite of the sweet tooth I inherited, its sour and bitter flavors I’ve always loved the most.
