Thursday, January 8, 2015

A Lemony Story


I wish I had taken a picture of the beautiful lemons our daughter brought to us from my cousin's house. Almost as large as grapefruit, their unblemished, bright yellow brought sunshine to my gray and brown kitchen. I picked one of the lemons up and rolled it back and forth under my palm against the counter. I held it up to my nose and took a deep breath. Visions of lemon bars, cookies, curd, pie, and lemonade swirled through my head to the chorus of that old Peter, Paul and Mary song - Lemon Tree. You know, the one they swiped for the Pledge commercial - oh wait - you'd have to be my age to be able to remember all that. Anyway, despite what the song claims, the lemon is quite edible. You just have to sweeten it up a little, or a lot, depending on the type of lemon you have.

I noticed these lemons were getting soft and needed to be juiced as soon as possible. Still in recovery mode from a bout of stomach flu, I decided to go ahead and juice the fruit and store it in a used apple juice bottle in the refrigerator until I could get to the store for freezer bags. I also had a couple of ice cube trays I could fill. A single ice cube uses right about 2 tablespoons of juice, so that makes a handy way to have just the right amount available at a moments notice. Those three dozen or so lemons gave me enough juice to fill the gallon bottle and both ice trays, with just enough left over to make a gallon of lemonade for the guys at my house. I used my cute Pampered Chef star pitcher for the lemonade and I used a sharpie to label the bottle: "Lemon Juice." I even drew a picture of a glass and made one of those circle symbols with a line through it - the universal symbol for "Do Not" do whatever is in the picture.

All of that work wiped me out. When my dear hubby got home from work we said the blessing on dinner and I went upstairs to lie down. Moments later I heard,

"Why did you draw something on this bottle? What is it?"

A rush of adrenaline boosted me off the bed and I ran down the stairs as I hollered, "Don't drink it! That's the lemon juice, not the lemonade."

Our seventeen-year-old son snickered at his father's confusion. "Mom! You totally ruined it! I was going to let him drink it and take a picture of his face and send it to Grandma."

Poor hubby stared at the bottle in his hands. "You told me there was lemonade in the fridge. This is lemonade." He started to twist off the cap.

"No, this is the lemonade." I opened the refrigerator, grabbed the pitcher, and held it out.

"Mom, it would have been perfect. Just like story of when Grandma watched Dad drink the lemon juice from her fridge just to see what he would do. I wanted to see his reaction!"

What is that saying about history repeating itself? I guess prankster genes can be inherited - because the lemon doesn't fall far from the tree...or something like that.

This incident was funny to me because of the story behind it. My husband cannot stand sour anything. It makes him shudder. My mother-in-law knew that and the story about her prank is famous in our family. Now I have another scene to connect to it as I write our family history.

What kind of inside jokes do you have in your family? What makes them funny?

hugs~




6 comments:

  1. Many years ago, my brother gave us some of those grapefruit sized lemons around April 1st. I cut one in half, and cut around each segment for easy eating, and added sugar. Our children left for school at different times including early-morning seminary. We caught 4 or 5 of them with the first half "grapefruit" including our Navaho foster son's cousin who walked to school with the middle school bunch.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Hilarious!! The pranking jokes in my family are too numerous. My children laughed over Christmas though that their one goal in life is to sneak up on me and scare a scream out of me. What a goal, huh? And I um might have let him drink the lemon juice too. Lol

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I kind of wish I had let him drink it...since I had labeled it so clearly...it would have been his own fault. But he has been taking such good care of me while I've been sick, I didn't have the heart. My kids love to scare me...mostly because it's not very hard. I get focused on something and am oblivious to everything else around me.

      Delete
  3. My sister and I used to eat lemons with salt until the dentist put paid to that treat lol

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. LOL Terri. Yeah, one of my sons used to love to suck on lemons...and he destroyed the enamel on his teeth!

      Delete

Thank you for visiting. Feel free to comment on our blogger's posts.*

*We do not allow commercial links, however. If that's not clear, we mean "don't spam us with a link to your totally unrelated-to-writing site." We delete those comments.