When life gives you lemons and a big empty glass jug, you don't have very many choices.
You know that life wants you to make lemonade.
I usually choose to listen to life. Life is bossy. Sometimes there are no other options.
Although, sometimes you're really thirsty and just want some lemonade.
This was one of those times.
I started off with around 10 lbs. of lemons. I bought them at Costco. They were the hugest lemons I've ever seen.
I juiced them, using my handy-hand juicer. It proved to be a difficult job because my lemons were so large.
Keep your mind out of the gutter. I'm only stating facts.
I juiced all the lemons until I had myself a little lemon graveyard. A counter full of empty lemon shells. Surprisingly disturbing.
Now, don't be like me here. Don't make the mistake of getting all hung up on your empty lemon shells and begin to juice your lemons into your glass jug. It's too soon! Keep the juicing into a blender pitcher and you will be happier and less depressed than I was.
If you do happen to juice into the glass jug, just pour it at this point into the blender pitcher. Once that error is corrected, use a slotted spoon to fish any other
errors lemon seeds out of the pitcher.
You'll add sugar and water to the blender. You'll probably spill some sugar on the counter. Don't feel bad. It happens to us all.
How much sugar and water you add depends on your personal tastes. I did a lot of tasting along the way to make sure that the lemonade wasn't too tart or too sweet for my tastes. For my 10 pounds of lemons I used around 1 ½ cups of sugar and a whole heck of a lot of water. I didn't measure. I'm bad like that. I used this recipe as a jumping off point, if you're a numbers gal/guy.
After giving my unknown amount of water/lemon juice/sugar a few whirls in the blender, I poured it back into the jug. Then I repeated. And repeated. A jug this big requires working in batches. So batches I worked in.
Finally the jug was full and the lemonade was ready.
I strongly considered setting up a table on the corner with a sign: "Fresh lemonade, 50 cents!"
But then I remembered that I was wearing fishnets and stilettos.
I decided to stay inside my house, where I couldn't be mistaken for anything other than a lemonade-lover.