At some point since I moved away from Texas, citrus trees started getting popular in the Houston area. My parents now have a few lemon trees, an orange tree, and a lime tree. These are very small trees–the orange tree is currently not much taller than me, which makes the giant oranges on it look monstrous. (It amused me to be eating oranges fresh off the tree in December. The only thing growing in my yard here in Illinois is the arugula.)
Anyway, the day we left, my dad picked us four lemons. Thankfully they weren’t seen as any sort of security threat, so they made it home safely. Then they turned into:
The chicken and the cake were fantastic and will go on the to-make-again list. The chicken in particular was very easy (and of course it was good, it has garlic and rosemary in it).
The cake was kind of crazy–you bake it, then once it’s out of the oven you pour a lemon juice/sugar mixture on it, and then when it cools you glaze it with more lemon juice/sugar. It was, however, very moist, lemony, and tasty.
The pasta was fine, but paled in comparison to the other two dishes.
This week, with the leftovers gone, I think I’ll be going through lemon withdrawal.