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“When life gives you lemons, you don't make lemonade. You use the seeds to plant a whole orchard - an entire franchise! Or you could just stay on the Destiny Bus and drink lemonade someone else has made, from a can.”
― Anthon St. Maarten

“Her kisses reminded me of lemon slices drizzled with sticky honey. Bitter, sweet and strangely irresistible.”
― Michael Faudet

“Don't let your inner demons
Take the best of your creeds.
If God gives you lemons,
You must plant the seeds.

Do not be so self-absorbed
That you can't see the tree.
If you succumb to the morbid
You bury a chance to be free.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, A-Z of Happiness: Tips for Living and Breaking Through the Chain that Separates You from Getting That Dream Job

“When life gives you lemons, order the lobster tail.”
― Ziad K. Abdelnour

“I knew that sunny citrus helped put things in focus, sharpened the memory, just like a squeeze of lemon juice could sharpen and clarify the taste of sweet fruit. I was also well aware that too much citrus could indicate a corrosive anger. My first wedding at Rainbow Cake had taught me that. But this was a gentle, subdued citrus, like the taste of a Meyer lemon.
Spice usually indicated grief, a loss that lingered for a long time, just like the pungent flavor of the spice itself, whether it was nutmeg or allspice or star anise. The more pronounced the flavor, the more recent the loss and the stronger the emotion. So there was some kind of loss or remembrance involved here. Yet there was also a comfort in the remembering, knowing that people had gone before you. That they waited for you on the other side.”
― Judith Fertig, The Memory of Lemon

“Rachael Ray was in the middle of making small lemon bars, which reminded me almost immediately of a new recipe for lemon drop cookies I'd been wanting to try and maybe serve at an upcoming children's birthday party I had scheduled.
Like I say, cooking can be like therapy for me when I'm real upset, and no sooner had I grabbed a bag of lemon drop candy in the cabinet, wrapped the nuggets in a towel, and begun beating them to bits with a hammer than I calmed down and concentrated on making the batter just right. Butter, sugar, grated lemon rind, heavy cream, an egg, flour baking powder and salt, the crushed candy- the ingredients couldn't have been simpler. What I wondered about was whether the candy would melt during the baking, and I got my answer after the cookies had been in the oven about twelve minutes, and I finally bit into a cooled one, and noticed a slight crunch that was one of the most wonderful sensations I'd ever experienced. Yeah, the cookies were out of this world, and I knew the kids would love 'em, but since I personally like most of my cookies to be kinda chewy, I did decide then and there that the next time I baked a batch, I'd test the texture after only ten minutes of baking- or till just the edges of the cookies browned. I also decided these cookies could give Miss Rachael Ray's lemon bars a good run for their money, and that they should have me on that program doing something a little different. I mean, anybody can make ordinary lemon bars.”
― James Villas, Hungry for Happiness

“El 濒颈尘贸苍, como el amor, le da un gusto especial a la vida.”
― David Cotos, El secreto del amor est谩 en el 濒颈尘贸苍

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Master Bouts shrugged. 鈥淪omething that grows in a far-off land, I daresay. See, the lemon is the yellow under the meringue. We can鈥檛 make lemon, but we can make meringue鈥攚hen there鈥檚 a customer who can pay for it.”
― Diane Zahler, Baker's Magic

“Close your eyes, Sophia. Look at the table in your mind. What does it look like? What's on the menu? Taste it. Tell me."
She closed her eyes. Enveloped by all that was Elliott. She tried to concentrate and ignore those rough fingers on her cheek.
"Shrimp wrapped in Thai basil and prosciutto, crisped on the grill, drizzled with olive oil and fresh lime juice. It's Emilia's favorite."
"Mmm. Keep going. Don't stop."
His lips were almost touching her forehead. His breath on her skin.
"Grilled filet mignon with my peppercorn sauce. White, red, pink peppercorns. The girls get them for me when they travel. That's our special dinner. Our decadent meal."
"More." His lips grazed her ear.
Sophia's eyes were tightly shut, but she had to suppress a shudder.
"Vegetable salad on baby greens from my garden. Yellow peppers, green zucchini, purple eggplant, lightly grilled. With a sherry vinaigrette and fresh herbs. All the colors of the rainbow."
"Lovely. Keep going."
She could no longer hear the buzz of crickets or throaty calls of the frogs. Just Elliott's breathing. Steady. Intense.
"Wine, lots of wine," she said huskily.
She felt his chuckle against her cheek.
"Well, this is my fantasy, right? It must have wine."
"Of course it does. Keep going."
"Home-made gelato. Lemon. With lemon zest and lemon basil and lemon verbena. And crunchy toasted macadamia nuts on top.”
― Penny Watson, A Taste of Heaven