By The Wiz
So says my husband.
I would like a lemon tree, mostly to squeeze on leftovers. Acid makes leftovers better. I learned this from Richard Blaise on Top Chef, and seriously, it’s completely true. Squeeze a little lemon/lime juice or vinegar on your day old food, and voila! Much tastier. TV can be sooooo educational. I should watch more of it! Also, I want Top Chef back.
Life gives you lemons=make lemonade. Good message. Overused, cliched phrase.
If I was a better mom, I would show you a picture of my children’s lemonade stand. But I’m not. So I don’t. But they’ve done it before, I promise. Not since we moved here, though. Not enough street traffic.
I’ve done lemonade stands. One time as a kid, me and my friend, and possibly my sister, I’m not sure, we did a Kool-Aid stand type thing, and I think we sold something else truly amazing, like coloring book pages that we had already beautified, and we called it ‘art’ and we went door-to-door in our neighborhood, and there was this one man, and he bought ALL our Kool-Aid, and we were mad, because then what were we supposed to do? Looking back, it was a very nice thing of him to do, and holy crap, we should NOT have been knocking on doors selling stuff unaccompanied, and I don’t think my mother knew we were venturing beyond our driveway, and we were lucky that all this strange man did to us was nurture our entrepreneurial spirits. And blow second-hand smoke in our faces.
(On a side note, once I lost a spelling bee on “entrepreneur.” I will never spell it wrong again.)
We were mad, though, and called him “The stupid man who bought all our Kool-Aid.” This demonstrates how brilliant we were, because, honestly, what was the goal, if not to sell all the Kool-Aid? Because nobody wanted our used coloring pages. I can’t imagine why the market for that wasn’t stronger.
Heather’s dog is a lemon. So is mine.
Some people like to suck lemons. These are people I do not understand.
And thus you have it. My post about lemons. I doubt I will ask my husband for blogging ideas again, although, hey. Never say never. Without him, you would never know about stupid-guy-who-bought-all-our-Kool-Aid, although technichally, it’s not related to lemons in any way.
I would like to end this post with a shout out to Mrs. M. Hello! (Apparently her cousin is in my ward, and a friend of mine. It’s a small blog world after all.)
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