Being a true southern boy, I was raised on sweet iced tea. I remember my mawmaw making it in a big jar and mixing it around with her hand before pouring me a glass when I was little. Whether it is hot or cold outside, a big, tall glass of sweet iced tea hits the spot.
I thought that sweet tea couldn’t get any better – until I had a glass of peach iced tea at Barnsley Gardens in my hometown. Being a Georgia boy, you can’t go wrong with peach ;) If you ever have a chance to go to Barnsley, you have to try the iced tea. And if you ever run into the Fairy Godmother while you’re there, tell her Sven sent you.
After a few tries, I found the perfect recipe.