Last night, I volunteered to bring a dessert to dinner at a friend’s house. We were having grilled chicken sandwiches, so I thought I would bring something relatively healthy and light.
I have had a hankering lately for the combination of blueberry and lemon. I have a recipe stuck to my range hood with a magnet for Lemon Blueberry bread that has been there for weeks but I haven’t gotten around to making it. So I decided last night that I would do a “quick & easy” version of that for dessert. So, after work, I tottered of to the local Wally-World in search of three things:
1. Angel Food Cake
2. Low Sugar or Sugar Free Blueberry Preserves
3. One lemon
The angel food cake was easy-breezy. I couldn’t find any low-sugar or sugar free preserves so I had to settle for the loaded down stuff but wrote it off because everything else was so healthy. The problem occured when I tried to find a lemon.
Oh, finding lemons wasn’t a problem. It was the finding of one lemon that was giving me fits. All the lemons at Walmart yesterday were available in 5 lb bags. Really? Who needs a five pound bag of lemons? Someone with an insane craving for a lip-puckering citrus? Someone with a really really dirty garbage disposal? I couldn’t fathom who it would be but I needed one lemon, so I purchased about 10.
What do you do when live gives you lemons?
Da da da da da da da…. da da da da DA, da da da da da (Jeopardy theme music…)
Make lemonade of course! I had never made lemonade before though so I wasn’t sure where to start. And I like to always add a little twist to recipes I make up in my head. So, I bought some lemonade concentrate and diet lemon-lime soda. I bought the concentrate because I wasn’t sure how many lemons I would have to squeeze to get enough lemon juice to make lemonade and I wasn’t about to buy 10 lbs of lemons.
So I got home and set everything down on the bar. Mom gave me her what-did-you-buy-at-Walmart-this-time? look, one that has been suspiciously passed down to my husband, and I quickly explained that the sale of one lemon was unheard of in our overly stimulated consumeristic society. I had to buy a TON of them. So I was going to be a sweet daughter and make her some delicious, refreshing lemonade. The conversation went much like this:
I saved 1/4 of the concentrate because I was so focused on getting the lemons squeezed that I forgot to save any for the lemon-blueberry sauce, which was the original reason for the lemons anyways…. DUH!