My mind may have waffled by age, but the few remaining neurons tell me that we left a lot of lemons behind on the trees in our garden this summer.
It just isn’t possible to consume the quantity they produce, all at one time. Hundreds found themselves in granita (seeing that I bought an ice-cream maker at a 70 percent discount). Others in lemon curds, and lemon tarts non stop. A large jug of lemonade took up too much permanent space in the small fridge. Ice lemon tea, lemon marmalade, lemon chicken, grilled fish with lemon…need I continue?
I even bring lemons back with me to Luxembourg. I haven’t bought lemons in years. After having the whopping Sfumata D’Amalfi lemons at your disposal, it’s hard to call the shop bought ones, real citrus.
My husband headed back to Positano a week ago and I reminded him that we were low on lemons in Luxembourg. I was sure that he’d bring back as much as his luggage would allow him to. I spoke to him on the phone the next day.
“There are no yellow lemons left” he said.
“ What do you mean? None at all?”, I asked incredulously.
“Not One ! Only green ones”, he insisted.
“Have they all fallen off ?”, I said facing the fact that strong wind may have contributed to their demise.
“There’s nothing on the ground either!”
They couldn’t have been stolen I thought, because this garden with four lemon pergolas is a completely walled-in garden. No way passers-by would dream of coming in.
Gate to garden.
When the gardener dropped by to prune the grapevines yesterday, my husband asked him if he knew what had happened to them.
'”They’ve been stolen”, he said. “ Most likely to be next door’s seasonal gardener. With a ladder let down from the garden above, they would have taken all of five minutes to snip off the fruit and disappear again”.
Great. Someone is going to make wonderful limoncello.
Dear Lemon Thief,
- May all the lemons be dry.
- May they be lacking in flavour.
- May they have trees complete with roots and leaves in each segment.
- May they have scores of pips.
- May the Limoncello you make, give you a terrible hangover.
- May we catch you next time!
Meanwhile, I’ll have to buy the scrawny things in the shops…