I’ve never been to France, but I’ll bet it’s more than French toast and French fries.
Today we ventured to the tiny town of Lowden for the Blue Mountain Lavender Farm. I’ve never been to France, but I seriously felt like I was stepping onto a quaint little farm on the French Riviera.
The sun was shining, the aroma of lavender was intoxicating and I decided then and there that someday (maybe when I’m old and gray with lots of time on my hands) I will own a lavender farm.
We grabbed a couple of baskets and some shears and headed out into the fields. The kids were troopers for two reasons:
1. They both took a set of clipping shears and cut lavender on their own! Yes, Miss Rae is 3. Yes, I’m a questionable parent. Yes, I said “watch your fingers” about 3578 times.
2. The lavender field was swarming with bees. For two bee phobic kids, this was unnerving, but they didn’t let the bees stop them (and no one got stung, praise The Lord.)
Besides, who cares about bees when you have the promise of lavender lemonade?
Of course, when we got home, I had to try and replicate it.
Simple lavender syrup: 1 cup water, 1 cup sugar, 2 TBS lavender (Blossoms? Buds? The purple part.) Bring to a boil so sugar dissolves. Remove from heat, cover and steep. I left mine for 3 hours and it was super strong!
Combine with fresh lemon juice and cold water. My ratio was 2/3 cup lemon juice, 1 1/3 cups lavender syrup and 5 cups water.
I’m totally moving to France. The kids above like French toast, French fries and lavender lemonade, so everyone is in agreement.