Took some of the Franken-lemons off the tree on Sunday.
1. Throwing them all away—most of the neighbors around here already have more lemons than they can use—and their lemons are nicer.
2. Squeezing and freezing the juice.
Option #2 won out—naturally. But only temporarily. We piled them into boxes and bags, schlepped them around the house, and filled my mom’s car before she headed back home.
By noon the next day, her friends, neighbors, the entire staffs of both her bank and my bank, and the ladies at the thrift shop where she volunteers had relieved her of ALL of ‘em.
She did manage to keep a couple of the little ones for herself. And called me to make sure I didn’t mind that she’d given the rest away—there’d always be more, right?
I’m pretty sure now that the Frankenbush started out as TWO separate lemon trees. The little ‘normal’ ones grow on the right side (this is the first year I’ve had any one those); and the big ones on the left. None came close to the GIANT ones we had last year, but they’re big enough. And they’re HEAVY – there were a number of branches that looked like they were ready to break. And this year, under that inch-thick rind, they’re pretty darn good. Which is where we got the idea for juice…
So instead, now a whole bunch of people are enjoying them. Not even discounting the novelty factor!
And I still have the lovely ones from my neighbor, and am still thinking about that new lemon bar recipe…
So go out, and have a bright yellow day! Think about the riches that you take for granted, that someone else would be happy to share.
And if there’s a little bit of sour, that just makes the rest all the sweeter.