The Real Thing

Husband Dear drove to Louisiana for a funeral of a distant family member yesterday. He came back today, carrying a bag of citrus fruit from his parents' back yard. These, ladies and gentlemen, are the real deal. Not sprayed with anything weird, not measured and rejected based on a diameter that is a quarter inch too small, not waxed, or polished, or de-natured in any other way.

Me likes.

And for my Polish readers - here is a citrus song.