January 17th, 2007 by: cheyenne

Lemons. I haven’t seen them since La Paz when the CCC Grocery store had Eureka lemons for shockingly cheap. So there they were, a modest pile of them spilling over a cardboard box in the local Rey supermarket. I couldn’t believe my eyes and nearly caused a scene. Picking one up. Smelling it. Yes, it isn’t just a yellow lime (I have been so fooled). Looking around wildly like I intended to secret it into a pocket (actually I was looking for Joshua to totally freak out on but he somehow disappeared right at my moment of discovery). I found a market person to talk to: “What is this?” (“Limon Importado”) “How much is it?” (“$0.49”) “OHMYGODDOYOUKNOWWHATTHISMEANS???” (Actually I didn’t say this but I looked it and she gave me a blank stare before turning to less scary business.) Joshua finally found me and took a photo.

Imported Lime. Panama

2 Comments on “Lemons”

  1. Peg Bowden says:

    So—there are lemons and there are lemons. Is this the famed “Meyer” lemon which we grow in every yard in Arizona?? Sweeter, juicier, exquisite. All lemons are not created equal. Enjoy. Bake a pie. Juice up your beer. Make lemonade! Love, Mom

  2. cheyenne says:

    Nope, it’s just a standard run-of-the-mill Eureka lemon. But they don’t have lemons AT ALL anywhere south of Mexico and only very few places in Mexico at all. A crime.

    I probably won’t be making lemonade at $.50 per lemon but I might be pursuaded to make a Delilah or even a Caesar salad if I could only find Romaine lettuce that is not all shriveled up.

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