The Underrated Lime: A Complaint

Why do lemons get all the love?

For reasons unnecessary and too long to explain, I woke up this morning with the determination — nay, an urge to make strawberry lemonade.

(Alright, so the reasons may just be the fact that strawberries go off really fast but I still buy them ’cause they’re pretty.

Don’t lie — we all secretly know that strawberries don’t taste that good but they get away with it because of pretty privilege)

I mildly scoured the internet for the recipes. I was bamboozled by the beauty of the deep, syrupy pink colour, in glass jugs only the finest craftspeople — or mass manufacturers — could produce.

But most of the recipes used American measurements (I’m British) and a worrying amount of sugar, so I just decided to wing it.

From what I gathered, I only really needed strawberries, sugar (I used honey), water, and lemon.

Having hulled the strawberries — I know hull sounds a tad violent, but it just means to chop the leaves off — I turned to the fridge.

My quest? Lemons.

But this was a holy grail that was out of my reach. In the vegetable box, we had no lemons…only limes.