My husband almost always stops at Lemonade stands when we’re out driving. He will also buy magazines or chocolate from anyone who comes to our door. Although I’m kind of bah-humbug about buying stuff when I’m no in no mood to be interrupted, I find this quality in him to be so endearing.
He’s like a magnet to a kid who is eager to make a dollar. He’s been there. I’ve been there. I don’t want to talk about how I was traumatized selling frozen pizzas to the creepy neighbors on my block as a kid. I get a mild panic attack when I think about walking up to the doors of some of the houses…I should remember how it feels to be on the other end when I’m passing by a lemonade stand…Ok. I just worked out my own lesson there.
Today we have some grown-up lemonade. It’s got a kick — thanks to a few dashes of Tabasco. At first you don’t taste the spice…just sweet, refreshing lemonade and then it hits the back of your throat. Hello, spicy kick! It’s just as exhilarating as seeing a customer walk up to your lemonade stand with a $5 bill!
