| Thursday, February 23, 2006 |
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Musings of a dieting housewife |
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Some thoughts from my kitchen... I love preserved lemons. I eat them straight from the jar that I keep in my frig. I made them myself. Well,as much as I can for living nowhere near sea salt or lemon groves. I feel exotic. They make me think of Morocco. They make me forget that I am nowhere near the sea or a lemon grove. They taste like an electric jolt to my tongue. A jolt of sharp, saline citrus, pungent and clean. They don't leave a bitter taste in my mouth even though they remind me of tears. I slurp them down at the sink, staring out the window, wondering if the chicken defrosting on the counter is going to make us sick later.
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| posted by Rosie @ 2/23/2006 09:38:00 AM |
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