What more could I tell you about the Lemon that you do not already know?
I think that you know more than I know, because you may have used use the word lemon in many phrases.
In fact, when I came to Canada in May 1967, I was homeless, sleeping on the street, no food, no English language skills, (you may read my history in my biography titled, The Immigrant, in the Books and Articles Section of the mrgoudasbooks.com website).
After I settled, I managed to get a job and was able to make a down payment to finance and purchase a car.
I excitedly drove it from the car dealers parking lot to my home.
However, on the way there, my car started smoking from under the hood.
When the tow truck driver arrived, I told him that I had just bought this car.
After taking a quick look at the car, he stated:
Man, you did not buy a car, you just bought a lemon!'
My English was very poor at the time.
I was able to say Good Morning, Good Night, Thank you and a few other words.
I could not figure out what was the relationship between my car and a Lemon.
Oh well, back to our topic: Lemon
I will incorporate a few more stories with the Lemon as a subject.
When I was a very young kid, my mother always told me not to go to that big, vacant mansion on the top of the hill.
The mansion was surrounded by a stonewall approximately 12 feet high with pieces of sharp glass on the top to prevent intruders. It also had a huge metal gate with sharp metal rods on top.
She said that the Count Dracula live there.
In fact, all the mothers in the neighbourhood told the same story to their kids.
As I grew older, around 6 or 7 years of age, I attended meetings with other kids in the neighbourhood.
The main topic was how to scale the walls, enter the property, go into the house and see Count Dracula in person.
Everything was arranged, blankets to cover the glass, step ladder, etc. In addition, the plan had to be past midnight because that was the only time we could see the Count Dracula.
The date and time arrived. We all awaited the whistling signal to sneak out our homes from the back window without our parents missing our presence.
Finally, we go to our destination on Dracula Boulevard.
Inch by inch we got to the top of the wall, positioned the blanket not to cut ourselves.
We were not concerned about a cut or scrape on our hands and/or feet.
We were very concerned about glass getting in our behinds.
We figured that would be very painful and difficult to explain.
Once at the top, we were awestruck.
There were half a dozen lemon trees on the property.
Each lemon tree was filled with thousands of lemons.
The branched looked like they were almost touching the ground from the weight.
We did not have the opportunity to meet Count Dracula in person but we saw his cat and instead, we conquered the lemon trees.
With half of us on the inside and half on the outside, I am sure we picked at least a few thousand lemons and threw them from inside the fence to the catchers over the fence.
I guess that was my first Lemon Ball experience.
Now, each kid had 200 to 300 lemons dragging in blankets until we arrived home.
We were very proud and happy, anticipating congratulations from our mothers.
Instead, we all got a sound beating.
Yep, I remember a very good beating that has lasted a lifetime, and the punishment of having to eat all the Lemons. It was a lesson in never stealing Lemons.
IT NEVER OCCURRED TO US TO CALL CHILDRENS AID TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THE BEATING. EVEN IF WE DID, WE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AN ADDITIONAL BEATING FROM THEM TOO!
THOSE WERE THE GOOD OLD DAYS WHEN PARENTS WERE PARENTS.
All the kids got together, and in rotation, one kid at a time cut the lemons, and squeezed them into a big bucket. The rest of the kids scooped up a cup at a time and drank it.
When my time came to cut and squeeze the lemon, I realized that the skin was paper-thin and the juice coming out of the lemon seemed endless.
We all enjoyed the Lemon Juice with no sugar added, and we all decided maybe that should go back and get another punishment of the same kind, because the juice was so good!
None of us kids died from a Lemon Juice overdose. We all began to like lemons.
DID YOU ENJOY THIS TALE?
I love to include a bit of humour in my writings.
LET US BE SERIOUS!
You find yourself in the supermarket and pick up 2 or 3 lemons for $1.00.
You take them home and cut one for your salad or cooking.
You notice the skin is very thick, and you get 2 or 3 drops out the Lemon.
You insert a fork into the Lemon and try to squeeze another drop out, with no success.
So where is the deal in 3 for $1.00 Lemons?
This tells you when you are at the supermarket do not choose only the big Lemons.
With a little experience, you will realize that it is the SMALLER LEMON WITH THE SOFT SKIN THAT PRODUCES LEMON DROPS THAT YOU CAN NOT COUNT!
HAVE YOU LEARNT ANY VALUABLE INFORMATION SO FAR, OR, AM I WASTING MY TIME.
Over the years, I use Lemons as an ingredient to produce in quite a few of products under the Goudas line of products.
In addition, I produce Lemon Juice and Lemon Seasoning under my label.
After all, I do believe I am an expert on the subject since the age of 6.
One thing that I have noticed is that Lemons vary in taste and aroma from country to country.
I would like to close the subject, but I have hinted another Lemon story.
Phew! Here is the next one.
Imagine you are in a large city square with lots of pedestrian traffic, where, most likely, some people will use every opportunity to make a living.
Visualize one guy, a very muscular, body builder type with an audience around him.
He holds a Lemon in his hand, cuts it in half and squeezes a few drops out.
Naturally, it is the type of Lemon with the thick skin, 3 to 4 drops that the max.
He then suggests that should there be anyone within the crowd brave enough to come up and squeeze additional juice out of the Lemon he had just finished squeezing, that person could collect the donated money in his bucket.
Obviously, nobody and nobody ever attempts. Just looking at him, everyone is afraid, believing the efforts would be pointless.
Until ?..! An older gentleman, very frail in structure walked very slowly up to him and volunteered to take the challenge.
To the surprise of everyone, he was able to squeeze and additional 3 drops out of the already squeezed Lemon.
Obviously, the older gentleman was able to collect the money in the bucket to the applause of the crowd.
The bodybuilder was amazed, and asked him how did he do it?
The older gentleman quietly stated the he has been working in the tax collection department for 40 years. Therefore, he has learnt how to squeeze the last drop out of every taxpayer.
I hope you have enjoyed my Lemon stories.
Personally, I love LEMONS. I always use a fresh slice in my glass of water, with my tea add a few drops to my salads, my fish dishes, or a slice as a decoration on my plate.
Spyros Peter Goudas