Whipped Lemonade
The summer sun beat down on my backyard, turning the air into a shimmering tapestry of warmth and light. It was during one of those languorous afternoons, where time seemed to stretch and melt away, that I first encountered the whimsical concoction known as whipped lemonade. I was in high school then, sprawled on a sun-lounger next to my best friend Mia, with the scent of freshly cut grass entwining itself with the distant aroma of barbecues. It was an ordinary Saturday — or so it seemed — until she unveiled her mother’s latest culinary creation. Mia leaned over, her … Read more









