My parents visiting means that I get to drink ice tea. That seems kind of silly, because I can make it for myself and often do, but there is just something about having it around all the time as we do when my dad visits. It brings up all kinds of memories of home, as we always had tea around. It was not uncommon to go through more than a gallon in a day, especially if we had company. New visitors to the house would almost always comment on the tea, as it was not just regular tea but a blend of two different kinds of teabags. I make it the same way as we did then, but it just isn’t quite the same when my dad isn’t here.