Meyer Lemon-Pepper Adobo Pasta
It's Citrus Season in California...
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THIS MONTH LAST YEAR…
In the aforementioned newsletter, I talk about the lemon tree right outside my window and the citrus trees in my neighborhood.
My kitchen window (and part of my living room window) is nestled in the leaves of an old lemon tree. The base is in the neighbor’s courtyard. The neighbor’s are cordial and their house is a Brobdingnagian Queen Anne mansion that once served as a B&B. Sometimes I’ll sit in my kitchen to write and the tip of a red fruit harvester will be floating passed my window. This means the neighbors are harvesting some of their lemons. All I have to do is reach my arm out my window and snag one of the sunshiney fruits. Unfortunately, I already picked my side of the tree clean.
As someone born and raised in Northern California, it’s always interesting to see who has to pay for citrus. Mostly at the supermarket where the segments inside the oranges are so dry and flavorless. I love to walk around the neighborhood and stalk the yellow and orange orbs peeping from lush green foliage and all within life-size height so I can easily pluck them from the topiary and place the citrus in my cupped shirt. It makes me sad to think of how excited those oranges were when they were planted as seeds, knowing they were going to fulfill their fruitful duty of being an orange. Only to go through the whole process of growing into an adult orange and being harvested solely for the purpose of decoration or to be forgotten in a bowl that sits on the kitchen table.
Citrus is obviously something we love as cooks. Judging by that one half of a lemon that always seems to be in everyone’s refrigerator at any given time, lemon is essential. It brightens up our space with its sunny color and it brightens up our dishes with its zingy serum. When there’s something missing from what we’re cooking, it usually ends up being acid; I always turn to lemon. When there’s something missing from our lives, that’s a whole other discussion.
MEYER LEMON-PEPPER ADOBO PASTA