"But she would never be mad– she would only laugh and pick them up behind me, and ruffle my hair and tell me that next year we would just get a bigger basket, but we never did. We would make these fancy lemon bars, the kind with the crumbly crust on the bottom and the powdered sugar on top. I’d lick the spoon too, when she wasn’t looking. I think she would pretend not to see me though." 