when we were little we were very poor. we were a total of six in the family. my dad who has died two years ago would every friday when he would get paid he would bring us a gallon of tea and sweet bread. everybody was looking for the day to come so that we could drink tea and eat sweet bread. I would also get a glass of tea and save it in the freezer for saturday morning and eat it with a spoon because it was like a frozen popsicle. i remember how i would crave this tea. Now as a grown up i came across it at walmart the one that comes with splenda and now i buy 10 20oz at a time every month. good old hot summer days wish my father was still here to enjoy some tea with me.