All hail to the most brilliant man or woman ever to live in our times.
I speak, of course, about the person who invented raspberry lemonade. How can it possibly be that the name of this incredible inventor is not known by every school child (and blogger) in the land? They all know Alexander Graham Bell, but not this guy? No Time magazine cover, no Nobel prize. What the heck?
Raspberry lemonade is nature’s perfect food. It is grown on raspberry lemon trees and harvested in late summer. The yellow-red fruit produces a nectar not matched by any other substance on earth.
Unfortunately, the company that markets the brand I love have priced it in such a way that only the very wealthy can buy it. This is a terrible social crime, really, but the one bright light is how it comes on sale now and then and if you are a cagey shopper, you can just snap up a quart or gallon or litre or pint or whatever, for a reasonable buck.
And so it was, with the big holiday season ahead of us, that I worried I would not have any raspberry lemonade in the fridge and that was making me sad. In a desperate search for affordable raspade, as I call it, I wandered into a big box grocery store Friday afternoon.
I don’t want to take away from the true Christmas Miracle, but there before me, in the cooler section with all the lesser juices, were three (like the wise men) big gallons of raspade at a cut rate price. Marked down from $5.77 to $3.77. I don’t know if I have a heart murmur but something started murmuring inside my chest and I moved in for the kill. An old lady seemed to be looking at the jugs. She can look at them forever in her dreams tonight. I grabbed them all.
When it comes to raspberry lemonade, there is no goodwill to all, no first shall be last, no golden rule.
It sometimes takes me a while to get into the Christmas spirit, but obviously, I am there now.
And to all a good night.
©2019 Jim Hagarty
