As some of you know, one of my great vices in life is the consumption of enormous quantities of iced tea. I’ll typically go through 2 quarts to a gallon per day. When I got home yesterday, I was delighted to see a nearly-full pitcher on the counter which my wife had prepared earlier. I poured a glass, took a swig, and was immediately impressed by the fact that this tea tasted like beer! I called Kathy over for a second opinion, and after sniffing and tasting, could neither deny nor explain it, since she had just raided our old teabag collection and thrown lots of unidentified tea bags in to make that batch. Wierd stuff. (I had cranberry juice instead.)