A few weeks (?) ago a friend was here. Or rather, many friends was here, but one on a more permanent basis since she slept on my floor. We bought lemons to make taco, and for me to have to a lemon meringue pie later, because, lemon meringue pie is the food for Queens.
It never happened. The pie. Time has flown by and I realised yesterday that I still had 7 lemons in my fridge. So I started to fantasise what to do with them. Too many for a pie, not enough for 2, and then I found a simple recipe for Limoncello that had the same amount of lemons that I needed to get rid off. So, yeah. Today I bought myself a vodka, and peeled the shit out of those lemons. And now it kind of looks like art. Something made for summer. And it’s going to stand there and look pretty all week. because it needs that amount of time to soak the lemons soul into the alcohol. My flat smells of lemons and summer.
And afterwards, I squeezed the juice out, and yeah.. I bought a ice-cream machine today. Kind on a whim. I don’t need one. But I remember the awesome taste of lemon sorbet that I made at new year from my cousins machine. And doing the Limoncello I’m going to have all the juice over. So I’m going to have lemon sorbet for breakfast tomorrow. Because. 
My slice of heaven 