iced-tea

My brother bought iced tea with mangoes at the bottom and this is a brief recording of his struggle:

1. *looking wistfully at the near empty bottle* “I’m only drinking this to get to them…”

2. *the bottle is empty, he struggles to get the mangoes to move* “Come on mangoes don’t do this.”

3. *he looks at me helplessly* “They won’t come out.”

4. *3 minutes later he’s still fighting with them* “HOW’D THEY EVEN GET THEM IN HERE.”

5. *he struggles for five more minutes, fishing them out with a fork repeating:* “Come ooooon mangooooes!!!!”

6. *he eats the last mango cube and leaves the room looking triumphant to tell our mother*

5

“Take 1 pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of 8 lemons, the zest of half a lemon, pour the water from one jug into the other several times. Strain through a thin napkin. Grandmother, the alchemist. You spun gold out of this hard life. Conjured beauty from the things left behind. Found healing where it did not live. Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen. Broke the curse with your own two hands. You passed the instructions down to your own daughter. Then she passed it down to her daughter.”

Congrats to all the black and brown graduates of 2016, we did it!!!! 🍋✊🏾

Once upon a time, there were 3 girls and 1 boy. They were Tumblr and they took some cute pics. This (☝🏼️) is one of those.
Credits: @littl3sams
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