Posted on Monday, January 16, 2012 in Happy Endings

Here is where I would love to wax poetic about the intriguing Meyer lemon, and how I picked up a luscious-looking bunch of them at my neighborhood farmer’s market on a particularly crispy, sunny winter day … or maybe I plucked them off of a ripe old tree in a sunny corner of my sweet old Aunt’s backyard as she smiled at me, sipping tea as she rocked on the back porch.

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