Why I Love This Recipe
The sudden rush of flavor from the strawberry-lemonade smoothie reached my tongue as I started walking toward the subway. Just moments before I was hugging my best friend goodbye after the long day in New York with him. It was an adventurous day in the city, but what I really remember happened on the way home. All we needed to do was get on track 26, then transfer at Bridgeport to a different train to take us to Naugatuck where our car was.
After about an hour and a half on the train and many station stops, my mom got worried that maybe we past Bridgeport. We put the scary book down which we were reading together, Wait Until Helen Comes, and began paying attention. But what happened next was scarier than the book...
A few minutes later, the voice on the intercom said, “Next stop, Bridgeport. Please take note that the first car and the last two cars will not be opening!” We thought we were okay and in the correct car. The train stopped and we went to the doors and waited. They weren’t opening and I looked behind me and I saw it. The tracks; we were in the last car.
I asked my mom, “Umm, mom?”
She asked, “Yeah?”
I started getting really freaked out and I don’t know what I was saying but I just said what came to mind. It was too hard to think.
“We’re in the last car. We need to run, now.”
I ran, pushing her in front of me. “MOM, C’MON FASTER!!!” I was really getting scared now. We were in the middle of the second to last car, and the train started moving again.
I knew it was too late. I entered the third-to-last car and my mom sat down, holding her head as my eyes started watering. We found the train conductor and told him we missed our stop and therefore our connecting train back to our car in Naugatuck. He was quiet and then told us our only option was to get off the next stop and wait for a train to take us back to Bridgeport. The connector train would arrive in about two and a half hours at 10:37 P.M.
We arrived at the next station and had to wait 30 minutes on the dark, empty, freezing cold platform for the train to take us back. We both felt disappointed and scared knowing that we would have that long wait back at Bridgeport. Then my mom remembered her friend Terri lived near Naugatuck. She called her but Terri didn’t pick up. We finally ended up at the Bridgeport Station crying. Then to our relief Terri called back. We were very excited. Terri was going to help! My mom explained everything and we were so comforted that she could pick us up.
We are grateful for what Terri did and we still thank her since she saved the day. If she didn’t we would either have had to wait and wait or pay $45 for a taxi ride! From now on we will always ask the train conductor when he takes our tickets if we are in the right car for our stop so this scary nightmare doesn’t happen again.
Submitted by: "Avery N."
Ingredients You'll Need
2 cups lemon juice (fresh is best, but store bought tastes great too)
2.5 cups granulated sugar
2 cups fresh strawberries
12 cups water
Puree the 2 cups of strawberries. (it will measure approx 1 cup after being pureed) Ideally, it's best to strain the strawberry puree through cheesecloth to remove seeds, but it's usually fine with the seeds. Mix together lemon juice and sugar until sugar is dissolved. Stir in water and add strawberry puree. Mix well. Serve over ice and garnish with a slice of lemon or strawberry. (optional)
Yields: 1 gallon