Instead of the lemons being harsh and tart, they are soft and spongey and gooey and crunchy all at the same moment. They are the dessert that you have after one out of twenty eight dinners per month.
They are pricey, but then again priceless.
And in a city where so much seems to makes you think about a decision that instead you want to be sure of, they are the metaphor for the person that makes you feel like yourself.
This is the first time I have had lemon madelines and it is the start of quite a wondrous love affair.