Woke up to a tray of lemons my mother-in-law picked from our backyard. I’ve never seen this many lemons freshly picked, which reminded me of the lemonade stalls I used to pass by at Area 2 in UP Diliman.
The lemons were visually inviting every time I looked at them, and thought about how sour they’d be when I make them into lemonade. As I was planning to make a glass one afternoon, I was surprised to hear my husband say I could make him a lemonade. It was as if he heard my thoughts out loud.
Since I’m not totally a fan of anything sour—the sour patch being my one exception, and only because it earns its sweet twist—I was glad to have a reason to finally try making a lemonade. I never thought squeezing the lemon slices were challenging, or I just lacked the grip. But it made me think of the calamansi juice I made, which was surely way easier.
Squeezing one lemon was enough to make a glass. And wow it was so sour it took three stevia packets for it to become husband-approved. It was still so sour for my taste.
I made a short clip of the whole process because I wanted to remember the moment.
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