I. Am. So. Ready.

November 22, 2009

I wasn’t kidding when I said I check the communal lemon tree every day for ripe lemons. Every day. Twice. Once in the morning and once in the early evening just in case there’s a freakish ripening of the tree mid-afternoon. What do I know? I was raised on a farm, not on an orchard. But this morning as it was yesterday morning and the morning before that and the morning before that, these lemons are taking their own sweet time. They look more like lime wannabes than lemons. Oh, how they’re playing me and so instead of returning home with a bountiful booty of lemons I spent a few minutes practicing my stretch, grab, and twist technique with my grabby stick. The power of intimidation…if citrus could be intimated that is.

All I can tell you is I am so ready. Lemon curd. Lemon confit. Lemon pound cake. Lemon bars. Lemon chicken. A twist of lemon here, a squeeze of lemon there.

As D and I were walking back to our place, one of our neighbors, the one I mentioned in the last spell-binding edge-of-your-seat post, approached me with a suspicious grin and extending her arms handed me four big yellow lemons. From Costco.

It’s just not the same.

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