When life gives you lemons…
When life gives me lemons, I make lemonade. No, no, that’s not a metaphor for my life, which is going wonderfully — I have real lemons, from the lemon tree in the back yard, one that Mark shakes daily, because the best ones seem to be just out of reach! They are large, bumpy skinned, and are more sweet than the typical lemon you would find in a grocery store in the Northeast. I use them for my lemon chicken, for salad dressing (when we can get decent greens for salad – thank you Ellen for that inspiration), in the herbal ice tea we drink daily (our version of Arnold Palmers — thank you Lanie, for reminding us of the name), and today, I’m going to whip up a citrus vodka cocktail, with fresh juice — lemon, orange and pineapple. If you were in Latin America, I’d invite you to come try it with us.
Although, even if you were in Latin America, you might not be able to make your way to our little burg. Apparently, there is a road blockade at various spots between the Costa Rican border and Panama City, and we’re in the middle. NO major impact to us yet, although there may be shortages of some perishables if it lasts too much longer. The indigenous Indians (Ngobe) are protesting a bill in Congress that they feel doesn’t do enough to protect the land from mining. Perhaps Mark will “guest author” on the blog soon and fill everyone in.:)
But for now, I’ve asked if Mark will squeeze our backyard fruit for me, so I can get started on our special cocktail. I’ll let you know how it turns out!
Talk to you later.