I'll beg to differ if you don't mind.
Semi-recently, the fiend and I were in Bendigo to check out what turns out to be a most rad tip shop. On our drive through the suburbs, somewhere near the uni, I spotted a stunner of a lemon tree. Flippin' teeming with glossy yellow fruit. Teeming. And this fruit mind you, was text book quality. Lovely size, not too big not too small, perfume that Suskind would be proud of, and the colour, a divine, sunshine rich yellow. I could go on about the lemons, I imagine I will talk about them for years.
Well we grinned and took a couple. The tree was hanging over a fence. A couple is fine this way I reckon. But considering these specimens we took a chance and knocked on the door...
The gent that lived there was so lovely and so generous! Not only did he agree to us helping ourselves, he supplied us with a plastic bag and scissors. Gave us advice on zinc for citrus plants and said we were welcome to return. For reals.
Such happiness.
A gorgeous big kilo jar of preserved lemons was made. They preen on the window sill, hang out with the trout mug and promise of future middle eastern cooking experiments.
And since we boozed our way through our last lot of limoncello at a recent dinner party, some more had to be made. So yummy, but sampled only during cold months, so I can't wait to have it icy cold in the sheet hot Melbourne summer.
Zesty!
Gleaning is such rewarding and delicious fun, dontcha think? :)
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