I'm in a tart and tasty heaven.
All those meyer lemons I mentioned the other day? Homegrown in the sweetness of the California sun and hand-delivered by one of my oldest friends? Well I sliced and diced, steeped and simmered, sweetened and sauced up a whole mess of them into the most glittering jars of marmalade. Now I know that plenty of people out there are not big fans when it comes to marmalade, that rot-your-teeth-out-in-one-bite business (usually of the smuckers variety - blech), but this, THIS is a whole different beast.
It's sweet, but tart enough to never be cloying, so fresh that you can nearly smell the trees they were grown on, and set to firm texture with perfectly delicate slices of zest. I think it would be brilliant on scones, smeared over toast with a slice of romano, or just by the spoonful. I'd never judge you.
And I canned three jars for you, because this sunshine gracing the west coast is too good to not share.
If you like to be entered into a drawing for a little package of warmth and lemony-deliciousness, all you need to do is leave me a comment below! Say whatever you like, no rules, no restrictions, just all love for you on this gorgeous Friday!
I'll draw, very randomly, three names next Tuesday morning, February 8th for the three homes these jars are destine to!
Pucker up baby!