Last week I went running and passed a home where some gardeners were trimming a lemon tree. I thought to myself...hm, why not ask for a couple lemons? I could use them in the kitchen, right? They obliged (en espanol) and I was glad I had worn Zach's XL Army long sleeve shirt over my running outfit to keep warm. I tied the sleeves up and started harvesting. Somewhere in that process I got the idea of lemon chicken, lemonade...and wasn't sure how many lemons I needed. (After all, it was me or the dumpster!) I filled the shirt up and walked the mile home.
Here are some of my lemons, with my previously store-bought ones on the counter:
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Ah, lemonade. One of my favorite things about CA is going out in the backyard (the neighbor's tree hang over the fence)to pick lemons for lemonade!
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