So, the other day my neighbor needed some lemon juice for a recipe and she sent her husband over to borrow some.
I wasn't home, so my husband gamely dove into the pantry and the fridge, but could not find lemon juice, and sent our neighbor home empty-handed.
When I came home, my husband said, "Mike came over to borrow some lemon juice, but I couldn't find any. I know you have some--where do you keep it?"
Um, honey? It's in those little yellow football-shaped things in the crisper.