Saturday, April 05, 2008

Heirloom Lemon

In a casual phone conversation with my artistic director, it was mentioned that a lemon purchased in, I believe, 1971, was still in my refrigerator. This was not absentmindedness, or slovenly housekeeping, though both descriptions are accurate. This lemon was acquired with other groceries with a specific picnic in mind. My boyfriend at the time was an English gentleman named Terry. He knew how to throw a picnic - the lemon, accidently left behind, was intended for the shrimp cocktail.The night before, Terry roasted an eye round of beef to pink perfection for the sandwiches. It was a beautiful day; I wore my best jeans and favorite t-shirt. Terry, being an English gentleman, wore creased dress pants, a crisp cotton shirt, and a lovely tie - I think it had silver stripes.

Anyway, Emily thought it was blogworthy.


Blogger Leslie Shelor said...

I feel very spooky just now: my name is Leslie, I'm a fiber person and my boyfriend was once an English gentlmen (not a Terry, though) that would have worn just the same thing sto a picnic!

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