In cooking, as in so much of life, I am confronted with my own inadequacies. I am messy, wasteful, self-indulgent. Before I went to Jamaica, I was in Central Market and they had Meyer lemons. We don't do many varieties of lemons in the US. Or for that matter, limes or bananas. You can get Valencia oranges, navel oranges, blood oranges, Seville oranges. But for lemons, we mostly got the one. But once in awhile you'll see Meyer lemons. They're less tart than regular lemons, and for that reason not everyone likes them. But I like them a lot. So even though I was leaving the country in a couple of days, I bought some lemons.
Then I worked, packed, did laundry, and, well, didn't use the lemons. I got back from Jamaica and the Meyer lemons were very very ripe, but had not spilled over into rotten.
Today I made a lemon meringue pie from the Meyer lemons. I like lemon meringue pie a lot. But the really fun thing is, Bob likes it a whole lot. Sometime in the next couple of hours there is a very good chance he will check my blog, and then he'll find out he's having Meyer lemon meringue pie tonight.
Hey Bob! Can't wait until you get home!