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My favourite lemonade recipe is really rough and ready, and it tastes better to me than any other. I'll explain why at the end.
So grab three lemons (that's all you need) and halve or quarter them. Drop them in a large jug (that you will serve it out of, unless you want to sieve it after) and then grab a big wooden spoon. Drop a couple of tablespoons of sugar in there and start pounding the lemons. Mash them up well but don't turn them into a pulp. The idea is not only to get the juice out, but also the oils in the skin that give this lemonade a better flavour than any other. When you think they are sufficiently mashed, add water, and ice cubes, or add ice water. About 1 litre of water. Taste to see whether you need to add another lemon in there or more sugar. Serve! Yes I know it has all the seeds and bits of flesh but trust me it's great this way. Also, you can always sieve all the bits out and serve the liquid that's left.
Another little tip - the lemons you just used, once the jar is empty, you can usually squeeze another 1/2 a litre of lemonade out of it - I'm not kidding. Sometimes you may need to add another lemon, but you don't need a whole jug of just lemon juice to make lemonade - that's way too acid and tart.
The reason I like this lemonade is that it uses the lemon peel oils also, and so it's not so acid and undrinkable as I find a lot of homemade lemonades to be.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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