Nothing is much better than real lemonade during the hot summer months. I've always liked lemonade. My first memory of lemonade is with my grandpa. He liked the powdered mix, Country Time Lemonade. I remember buying it with him and mixing it up and having a nice cold glass to drink. That was all I used to drink, because I didn't know any different. Then, I discovered making my own. From scratch. Some lemon juice. Some simple syrup. And just a bit of water to make it right. My girl cherub has always been a lemon fan. I think that's my fault. When I was pregnant with her, I craved lemons. The Mr. would buy a bag of lemons to keep in the refrigerator for me. I'd cut them into wedges and sprinkle a little salt on them and indulge. My entire pregnancy! She can do the very same thing, even now. Matter of fact, the Mr. has to tell her to stop eating lemons! I'm to blame. Put her love of lemons together with her love of cooking a
"She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness."