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everythingsparklywhite: Lavender Key Limeade Ingredients: 8 cups of water 1 heaping tbsp lavender 1/3 cup key-lime juice (about 6 key limes) 2/3 cup agave nectar 1/2 tsp salt Directions: Boil 8 cups of water. As soon as it boils, remove from heat. Add 1 heaping tbsp of lavender. Steep lavender water for 30 minutes. Using a fine mesh/colander, strain lavender water into a glass pitcher. Allow it to completely cool. While lavender water cools, juice key limes into a measuring cup. Add agave nectar and salt. Stir to dissolve. Add key lime juice into pitcher. Stir and refrigerate to chill. To serve add a few ice cubes into glasses, top it with chilled lavender key-limeade and garnish with a few slices of key lime and fresh lavender.

everythingsparklywhite:

Lavender Key Limeade

Ingredients:

  • 8 cups of water
  • 1 heaping tbsp lavender
  • 1/3 cup key-lime juice (about 6 key limes)
  • 2/3 cup agave nectar
  • 1/2 tsp salt

Directions:

  1. Boil 8 cups of water. As soon as it boils, remove from heat. Add 1 heaping tbsp of lavender.
  2. Steep lavender water for 30 minutes.
  3. Using a fine mesh/colander, strain lavender water into a glass pitcher. Allow it to completely cool.
  4. While lavender water cools, juice key limes into a measuring cup. Add agave nectar and salt. Stir to dissolve.
  5. Add key lime juice into pitcher. Stir and refrigerate to chill.
  6. To serve add a few ice cubes into glasses, top it with chilled lavender key-limeade and garnish with a few slices of key lime and fresh lavender.

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