The the part of me that wants to know if my sister is pulling my chain needs to know. But, the part of me that is grossed out would prefer not to.
Moving right along. The producers tell the family that a lemonade stand is the perfect way to spotlight how All-American they are. So, they start by making posters and Pumpkin asks how the word “lemonade” is spelled. Then, we see just how much sugar goes into the making of June’s lemonade (at least five pounds). And, we end with Alana showing the other girls how you sell lemonade. It’s so scripted, but the interactions are still so genuine that they pull it off. This family would never just decide to set up a lemonade stand. And, I’ll bet you anything that June made TLC buy all of the props (poster boards, lemon juice, sugar,the cups, the lemonade containers, the stand, and probably any water that was needed).
We all know that June did not pay for that poster board.
Even though I know that it is a scene created by the producers, I still feel like the family is totally genuine. I know they would never just randomly decide to open a lemonade stand but, they do randomly open a lemonade stand – without acting like a family opening a lemonade stand on TV. Basically, this family makes a contrived set up work because they are still themselves when it comes to their reactions. Just like another family I love.
I’ll let you guess who is who.
Alana earns $25 and peaces out early to go swimming. And, I love that she does it. It’s such a little kid thing to do. She did the work until it wasn’t fun anymore and then she found another fun thing to do.
Speaking of fun things to do, let’s discuss how gross the ‘sketti moment was. Spaghetti is my favorite meal. So, this part was especially difficult for me to watch.
June has a family recipe for ‘sketti that explains so much about the family’s weight issues.
First, she asks Alana to explain the best way to see if ‘sketti is done. And, it’s the awful, “throw it against the wall and see if it sticks” technique. Alana gives that explanation while walking on the kitchen counter. Which is so gross. But, then, June explains that the family recipe for ‘sketti is ketchup and butter – except, it isn’t butter if the label is to be believed. I can’t tell if that is straight margarine or a substitute with margarine-like qualities because I refused to watch the scene again. Either way, my body rebels at the thought of gluey pasta mixed with ketchup, margarine, and some kind of meat.
It’s gross, but it doesn’t reach the levels of checking to see if a pregnant woman’s water broke using a sense of smell or the breath-smelling game. Seriously, how gross is the breath-smelling game?