Summertime, And The Livin’ Is Easy

My wife bought me one of these the other day. It’s the only Williams-Sonoma thing in the house, but I feel like I’ve crossed some invisible but forbidden line. I guess I’ve lost any plausible deniability I might have had on the question of whether I’m some kind of yuppie scum, but there’s no sense crying over a spilled low-fat half-caff soy latte, so let’s just press ahead.

My attempt to redeem myself consists of concocting a recipe for making really fantastic lemonade, which I will now pass on to you. It is, to my shame, a pretty handy little device for that.

You need:

  • One lemon
  • One lime
  • A two-litre pitcher
  • 1/4 cup sugar, and
  • A grater or microplane

Use the fine side of the grater to shave off the yellow part of the lemon peel, the zest, and then put that into a small pot with about a half-inch of water in it, and boil it for a five minutes or so. Then set that aside and squeeze the juice out of the lemon and lime; put that in the jug with the sugar and fill it halfway with water, then pour the boiled zest right in with it and then fill it the rest of the way. Chill, stir before serving. Do not zest the lime, that’s crazy talk.

It is so good. Not syrupy or too sweet, not sour, and the lemon oils boiled out of the zest make it bright and very flavorful. It’s better than anything you can buy in a store, very cheap and very easy. I’m buying more pitchers on the way home tonight, so that I can have more of it handy by.

Try it. It’s great, I promise.


  1. Posted September 8, 2007 at 7:09 pm | Permalink

    You talk about redeeming your newfound yuppiness by going back to basics with lemonade. That’s admirable, however I think you may have merelt cemented your status. Reciting a RECIPE for lemonade, that was the first problem. Lemons, water, sugar. That’s lemonade. Adding lime, unless you’re drinking a Corona (which means you’re a frat boy) that’s yuppie talk. Further, you implement a grater and use zest as a verb. That’s like falling into quicksand then having a seizure to get yourself out. I’m sorry, but it’s too late. Time to go buy a nice Pinot gris wine, curl up in your gentrified urban loft wearing some LL Bean socks, and read Toni Morrison and pretend you understand black people.


  2. Mike Hoye
    Posted September 8, 2007 at 8:55 pm | Permalink


  3. pirate billy
    Posted September 9, 2007 at 10:02 pm | Permalink

    This, may very well be the second sign of the apocalypse! The first was clearly that song drops of jupiter.

    Look closely and you actually see Mike Hoye playing guitar. The end is near.