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.
Deborah says
You forgot to add vodka.
Peggy says
HA! And good point!
Or whiskey….which I think is good for battling colds Lloyd.
Jill says
Deborah, we can be friends. That was my exact comment.
Brad says
I’ve never gotten blood oranges before. They taste bad?
Michelle says
I’m going to Deborah’s for a drink.
Gretchen says
I’ve never had blood oranges straight up, but a hotel in Rome had blood orange juice on the breakfast buffet. I thought it was quite tasty. I bought some at the grocery store when I got back and some said it tasted like grapefruit juice.