Sweet ice tea is one thing I sorely miss living here in Europe. In Georgia, that was the only way I knew to beat the heat from my earliest recollections. A big glass of tea with condensation dripping off it, a shade tree and an old swing that creaked when you got it going. (Maybe on Sunday we'd make homemade ice cream with fresh peaches.)
And I know, you'll say I could make tea here but it just don't taste the same. Besides, a gallon jug don't fit in the dinky little refrigerators they have here (if you can even find a gallon jug).
Ain't that the truth? *Sigh.* Nothing like it.