RecipeMuncher

When I was a young child living in Papua New Guinea, we had a lemon tree outside our back door. A lemon tree of very sour lemons. They were round and yellow. The local name for them was “mulis” (moo-lees). One of the daily rituals in muli season, (which seemed to last most of the year), was to pick mulis off the tree and fill buckets with these little round, yellow treasures. I would help pick them, and we would bring them into the house where my mother would cut them in half, squeeze the j (...)