On one of March’s particularly lion-ish days, I made a tangerine-lemon curd. I was missing summer and it was perfect. Not saying the curd itself was perfect mind you. It’s just that it was exactly the thing I needed: bright and a little sweet with a tang at the end. I ate it on pretty much everything. I ate more than I’d like to admit. By the spoonful.
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