I didn’t get this person today at the lab. Someone else won.
One friend suggested hot tea for all that ails a person. I don’t drink tea, but I could take that idea and run with it–I zapped and boiled a cup of water with a tablespoon of sugar. Squeezed a lemon from the backyard tree. Poured the syrup (calling it that is a bit of a stretch) into the lemon juice. Voila: I didn’t cook the vitamin C out of the lemons, the sugar didn’t all sink to the bottom but was completely mixed throughout, and it was nice and warm and good on a chilly day. Tart, definitely tart.
My daughter in Vermont missed being able to go pick lemons out of the backyard any time as she pleased, so somehow she found her own Meyer lemon tree at a nursery. She keeps it as an indoor plant most of the year. And it produces. In Vermont! Cool.
Meantime, the knitting gets a move on and one of the lab workers came over to see what I was making this time. The patient next to me asked, “Is it a gift?” Yes. And it put a smile on her face for whoever it might be for. I wished on the spot I had one ready for her, too.