It was an awful day. It started out fine, got worse, and ended badly. I don’t want to go into all the details because it will seem like whining, and I have been rather glass-half-empty with these posts lately. Instead, let’s talk about (scanning iPad to see if there are any non-school photos)…. Meyer lemons and blood oranges.
A couple of weeks ago Lloyd bought some of these. He is a huge fan of the Cutie mandarin oranges, and decided to branch out into the more curious citrus varieties. He sat down and tried to eat a lemon.
“Yuck,” he said.
“Surprise, surprise, it’s a lemon,” I said. I know they’re supposed to be less sour than regular lemons, but still.
Then he tried a blood orange.
“Yuck,” he said.
“Surprise, surprise, it’s made of blood,” I said. Then I picked him up after he fainted and said I was kidding. (You know I’m lying, right?)
Anyway, these fruits sat around on the counter slowly dehydrating when I got the hair-brained idea to make a delicious drink out of gross fruit. I squeezed them, added some sugar and water and….
Guess how it turned out?
Yuck.