Sour lemons and a sweet childhood memory. The plate that these lemons sit on was much coveted as a child. Saturday nights growing up were spaghetti night. At the cottage, with all the extended family, my parents would cook up a big pot of spaghetti. I can't remember how, but this plate became a favorite, so as to save fightsbetween the cousins, a schedule was made up and marked on the calender. I still love this plate. I'm not even sure if anyone else even remembers it, but I am a little leery to ask, just in case we have to work out a schedule for it.
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