A couple weeks ago on a warm May afternoon we attended a baby shower in the beautiful backyard of a stately old South Pasadena home. On the way in somebody had left a basket of lemons under a sign that read “Free Lemons. Take One.” I took one thinking it was part of a baby shower game—count up the seeds, squeeze the most juice. Baby showers always have those awkward fertility ritual games. Well pretty soon I found out the lemons were just lemons. One of the guests had had a surfeit of them, and brought them along to share. [Read More]