Oh, little lemon. You are one of the very last ones and I can barely reach you. I. Must. Reach. You. Why are there so many l o n g thorns in this tree? You are mine, little lemon. A delicious batch of lemon bars depends on you (and a few others...darn!)
I think Ina would be proud!
(Don't you dare use bottled lemon juice! You MUST get the real lemons too.)
If you cannot find the recipe, let me know, I will happily type and post it.