I have been a lemon lover for as long as I can remember. Lemons represented vibrancy, tangy-ness and all things summery. I'd see them everywhere; curled and twisted as garnishes at restaurants, bowl fulls of slices for squeezing into drinks, and also piled high at the supermarket, their fragrance emitting what I imagined as a lovely, citrus scented cloud.
As a kid, I visited relatives in San Francisco and as we ran through the neighborhoods, I was surprised to see lemons in the grass, in the gutter and a few that were in the street, flattened by cars. I was stunned. I asked my cousin why there were lemons all over the place...she looked puzzled and pointed to the nearest lemon tree.
I knew, on some level, that lemons came from trees, but I had never seen an actual lemon tree in person. Lemons were precious and appeared in store bins, having arrived from distant lands like Florida and California. Where I lived in the Midwest, it was common to see apples all over the place, but never something as exotic and special as a lemon.
I decided then that it would be the ULTIMATE luxury to have an almost infinite source of lemons right in my own front garden. I enjoy adding lemons to my life in as many ways as I can. This blog is dedicated to adding more zest to daily life, one lemon at a time.
