Wait — don’t run away.

Before you judge, hear me out: yes, this is a pizza with lemons. And yes, I served it on a Monday in January — that bleak stretch after the holidays when snow and gray skies make anything bright feel like a miracle. Finding Meyer lemons over the weekend felt like a small victory, and I couldn’t resist recreating a pizza I’d been dreaming about for months.

I’ll confess: I partied it up the weekend before — mall trip, a hot dog topped with grilled onions, sautéed mushrooms, cheese and ketchup (shockingly life-changing), and then an early night. January makes me prone to ridiculous snack decisions; half a bag of Popchips disappeared in a moment of melancholy. But the lemon pizza idea stayed with me.



