i’m a lemon bar

You are what you eat, so the saying goes. So tonight, I’m a lemon bar! We were at Frito Misto in Santa Monica for dinner. When the waiter asked if we wanted dessert, we said no thank you. But we said something about how good we’d heard they were, and the waiter agreed, told us we should try them some because they’re homemade. Lo and behold, instead of coming back with our check, he came back with a lemon bar and fresh whipped cream. Oh my!