To be frank with you, lemons are my least favorite fruit. My dislike for them is as equal to my dislike for having a bad day. My grandmother; however, would disagree whole-heartedly. Though it’s been 6 years since her passing, she taught me a valuable lesson and as you have probably guessed, it involved lemons.
On that day in particular, I had experienced a pretty rough day during school. Once I had finally made it home, my first move was to immediately head towards her house. Grandmas always seem to know how to make even the worst of situations better, and I knew her way of teaching me a valuable lesson would be through her cooking, which meant I got free food. Food I knew would be absolutely delicious.
With my head held somewhat high, I marched myself up to the sliding glass door, and proceeded to step inside the house. She was already in the kitchen waiting, as if she already knew, and without a second thought, I spilled my days events. Like most people, high school was a particularly rough time for me. Bullying from other students being the main issue at hand. On this specific day, during lunch, a group of students thought it would be fun to spit in my food and then proceed to throw not only my food, but me in the trash can as well. The humiliation was overwhelming.
Walking around the kitchen and gathering up different ingredients, my grandmother would nod as she listened to my sob story before hushing me. “Do you know what you do when life gives you lemons?” She asked. “You don’t eat them for starters.” I replied, to which her response was one I will never forget. “When life gives you lemons, you make lemon meringue pie.” She spoke with a confident smile. “Life is much like lemons in some ways. You have your sour or bad days, but how you handle the situation at hand, defines whether or not your day will get better. Only you can be the one to determine your outcome.” She continued as I watched her mix the ingredients carefully. “You have to find a way to make your bad day good. That’s the key.”
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks, as I remember standing there in silence. The entire time she had been speaking, she was transforming the sour fruit I disliked so much, into something wonderfully sweet. Now, many years later, I still make a point to remind myself of this lesson when the need arises. Today being one of those days. So here’s to some lemon meringue pie!
Though my grandmother never wrote down her recipes, I was able to find a picture on Pinterest of the exact recipe I know she used. So without further ado, featured below is a picture of the recipe. I hope you all enjoy! Stay blessed!