When Life hands you Lemons

October 20, 2010

Cooking, Lloyd

“When Life hands you lemons, politely thank Life, and throw them away when Life isn’t looking”. I didn’t make that up. I just typed it a couple of sentences ago.

But we did end up with lemons a while ago. I think they were left over from something that Lauren was doing at school. Some new disciplinary technique from what I understand. I knew what to do with lemons. Lauren tried to offer some unneeded advice:

“That sugar won’t dissolve if you don’t heat the water up first.”

This, of course, is sound advice in most cooking situations, but does not apply at all when making lemonade. The advice I was looking for was more along the lines of:

“If you use this organic sugar, you won’t have to worry about any of it dissolving before it gets to your mouth.”

Or maybe:

“For some reason I saved all of this extra lemon pulp that you could add to the mix.”

Sadly, neither of these two suggestions were forthcoming.  I did, however, manage to remember that we had frozen strawberries in the freezer.

It tasted like love.

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Lloyd Sommerer is a middle/high school teacher who likes to build websites, read books, grow beards, make fun of Lauren’s prototypes and eat the sauce of the picante.

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6 Responses to “When Life hands you Lemons”

  1. Brad Said on:

    Homemade lemonade is all about the undissolved sugar. In fact, I think most drinks would taste better if there were a layer of undissolved sugar at the bottom of the glass. Hmmm… the implications of such a thought boggle the mind… This theory must be tested!


  2. Lauren Said on:

    Lloyd loves lemonade like no other citrus-based beverage! He asked if I wanted a second glass then whispered, “Say no…”


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  4. christina Said on:

    OK, honestly in your first picture I thought there were egg yolks floating in that pitcher! LOL! so glad it is lemons!


  5. christina Said on:

    When life hands you lemons……stick them in your bra. I couldn’t hurt, and it might help! (from Maxine, so picture a burley old woman’s voice when you read it)


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