78 : nine months on

My Grandpa and lemon curd go together like shoes and laces. When I was a kid, my brother and I would always make up a jar to take down for him. He'd taste it, and then pretend that he needed to taste it again. And again. And by the end of it, we'd all be sitting around the table in a lemon curd induced haze. 

Anyway! This is the fate of those deceitful lemons. I'm still convinced it's an orange tree. I feel so lied to.