photo by Charlie Rossetto, b. 2016-
Lemons are my comfort food. I slice them and eat them straight, I have since I was a kid. Not great for tooth enamel, but excellent for eating my feelings. Mom once sent me a boarding school care package that contained only a Prange’s sweater, two sleeves of saltines, and a bag of lemons. Oh, and a post-it note that said “mom”.
I’m in a bit of a seasonal funk and have been taking a bowl of lemons to bed each night. Today, Paulie ran to the store for a few essentials…
Mind of someone who does not have SAD: “I got you Meyer lemons, I thought you’d like them because they’re sweeter?”
Mind of me: BUT I WANT THE SOUR