Lemons.

So, if you even read this anymore (I have three followers, and I doubt that any of them actually read what I write, which is okay, but typing can occasionally take on the feeling of shouting into an empty room) you will have noticed the fact that this blog has changed in it's looks DRAMATICALLY. I, for one, think that this is a good thing. It looks fresh, clean, crisp, and happy.

However, with all the things that this blog is about, one thing it is NOT about is lemons. And if you didn't know that this blog is not a chef's blog, that may just be what you'd think, and that is why I am telling you that this blog is not about lemons.

Not that I dislike lemons. Oh no, I love the slightly astringent scent of lemons, the puckery taste of lemons, the way they are shaped...Lemons are quite the attractive fruit.

Lemons have inspired one of my favorite YouTubers to make a video that cracks me up EVERY time I see it.

I had a lemon balm plant named Melissa. She lived in the house, and in the winter when the sun shone on her, she smelt of cat pee. She died one year. I was saddened. (Strange child I was...)

I even bought lemon essential oil to use in liu of perfume when I was younger. (I told you I was a strange child.)

I love lemon poppyseed cake, the color lemon yellow (in small doses) and lemonade.

I had a virtual pet (Any old NeoPets lags hanging around?) named Lemony_Balm.

I put lemons on my vegetables, and on my chicken.

I ate miracle fruit and then had a lemon. Nothing else is quite THAT good.

You may have noticed that for a blog that is not about lemons, I seem to talk about them quite a lot.

No more, dear reader. No more.

Tootle pip!
~Madam Whimsy