... look everywhere you go because lemons are still hanging around street corners, over fences and even sometimes in vacant properties, like this lively bunch, just hanging about casually in the front yard of a property for lease and quite obviously empty.
The owner's probably an overseas investor, I rationalise, who couldn't given a yahoo about the lemons and the new tenants wouldn't give a yahoo because they won't know the difference. You can't miss what you didn't know was there, right?
Besides, as an Italian, buying lemons feels totally wrong. They're something that gets passed from hand to hand amongst a network of food growers, gatherers and sharers - or that get nicked over the back fence and passed from hand ...
Either way, I'm never buying lemons shipped from the US and being charged $1 per squeeze. Really?
While most people wouldn't have a stance on lemons, anyone reading this blog might well. What's yours?
Foodliterary Regards,
Julia Svoice
(Julia Hebaiter in Another Life)
FoodLit Writer, Feel-Good Food Lover & Storytellerwww.foodlit.com.au
Because Food Sans Story is Bland
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