Salty Lemons

freeway view in Chicago, IL from my 2009 archive

July 8, 2010

salty lemonade, hmm…

This is my first post (congratulations to me!). It is very fitting because (1) it is about salty lemonade which is coincidentally close to the title of my blog and (2) my salty lemonade experience happened a few days ago, so my procrastination is spot-on.

After going to water my garden plot, I stopped by the new and very charming corner bakery that just opened a few weeks ago by a pastry chef who has worked at many-a-famous hot spots in THE borough. I happen to live in the other, OTHER borough.

I went in for a lemonade (to-go please), walked out, took a sip, and was confused. Was it some weird alternative sweetener? I could not quite pin in down, but something was OFF.

My companion, who I will call The Swede said, "it's salted." Hmm…salty lemonade. It took me 7 blocks to aquire the taste for it. By then, it was mixed in with melted ice, and it was still 85 degrees at 9pm. So, salty lemonade it was, an experience that still has me reflecting days later. Did I love it or hate it, or am I indifferent? Not sure. Will report back after I give it another try when it is not hot and humid out.

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