It's no secret that Val enjoys the juice of a fresh lemon in her evening Shasta Zero Sugar Cola as she sits scratching scratchers. She picks up a bag of 8-10 lemons at 10Box. They're cheaper than buying individually, but you get what you get. Sometimes there's a rotten one in that bag if you're not careful and take a whiff before buying. The holey bag has clear portions so you can get a partial view, but you can't see every side of each lemon.
Sometimes the store is out of my preferred bag of lemons. Then I gather 2-3 singles and fight to open one of those clingy produce bags. Sometimes there's a different bag of lemons. Three pounds rather than two, with a knit mesh kind of side on the bag. I have bought them twice. Not a fan.
My preferred lemons fit the squeezer just right. Cut them in half, pick out the seeds, then squeeze into my red Solo cup, add soda, add ice. These lemons have lots of seeds! One time I counted 28! Yet one time I had a bag with NO SEEDS at all! Anyhoo... I like these lemons. Sometimes I'll use a whole one, sometimes I'll save half in a little container for the next evening.
My most recent lemons are frightening. They're behemoths! Or belemonths!
They don't fit in the squeezer. They must be cut into quarters, and they still don't quite fit without manipulation. They have a reasonable amount of seeds. But I can't roll them to squish out the juice before cutting them. They are too firm to roll under my palm. If I really try to force it, I lose the juice upon first slice. The skin is so thick that I feel like 2/3 of my purchase money goes to that dead weight, and 1/3 to actual juice.
Still, I'd rather have lemon in my Shasta Zero Sugar Cola than not. No matter what kind of lemons life gives me.
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