Lemon, lemon, lemon everything
The produce in California is amazing, and every weekend at the Grand Lake Farmer's Market is a taste, smell and opportunity overload.
Even better, it seems like everyone grows something in their backyard; rooftop terrace; tiny, sunny nook. I'm working on my own nook but in the meantime I was recently the recipient of about 30 Lisbon or Eureka lemons (aka, regular lemons.)
Aside: It seems like everyone on the Internet is koo-koo for Myers Improved Lemons. I loove me some citrus but I feel like I have a dark, shameful secret: I don't like Myers! At first I thought maybe it was shipping time to Florida. Then maybe it was my sister's under-nourished tree. But immediately following the Lemonapolooza that I'm about to describe I was gifted with another six or so Meyers from a kind gentlemen in my neighborhood produce swap. I made these raspberry-topped lemon muffins and ended up throwing most of them out. Horrible, inconsistent lemon flavor. I just don't like Myers.
I briefly considered picking out my precious raspberries before tossing the muffins. I mean, can you blame me?

