I go to church in Hollywood.  Most every Sunday.  I step over super gross, drunken Saturday night vomit, club promo cards, discarded hair extensions, gum wrappers and street hot dog remnants.  I kid you not.  Hollywood is nuts.  Watch your step.

Some questions arise when I go to church.  Is it rude to shush a chatty couple in church?  Is it rude to ask a once chatty couple to stop making out during church?  Cause… I mean, seriously. I know we’re sitting towards the back of church… but Jesus (literally)!  ((Ok… I’m exaggerating.  They weren’t totally making out.  But they were kissing.  And I wanted it to stop.)) (((Um, Joy… jealous much!?)))

And another thing!  Sir, when I’m the usher and offer you the offering basket please don’t hold up your hand like you pass… like you’re passing on another coffee refill at a diner.  Taking the basket is not optional.  Putting money in the basket is optional… but you have to take the basket.  Touch it.   Just pass it on…. this is how this whole offering thing works.  K.  Thanks.  God bless you.

I love my church.  I do.

Now that I have that off my chest we can talk about citrus and curd.

Have you ever made citrus curd?  It’s one of those things that might feel really fancy, but it’s super easy to make.

Citrus is totally bonkers right now.. I say get on this.

This Tangerine and Lemon Curd is a simple mixture of fresh juice, sugar, zest, butter and eggs.  When heated and whisked, the protein in the eggs work to thicken the curd just the right amount.  Warm curd with be the consistency of warm pudding, but will be perfectly spreadable when chilled.

I like to rub tangerine zest into the sugar to release all of the essential oils before cooking.  This is totally a smarty pants move.

What the heck do you do with curd?  If you’re anything like me, a spoon is an awfully delicious way to enjoy curd.

I also like these Brown Butter Blueberry Muffins or Buttermilk Biscuits as a curd delivery system.

Also… I won’t tell you how many times I typed crud instead of curd in this post.  A lot.

This list of things that I’ve stolen in my life is pretty small.

There was that piece of candy that I stole from Fedco when I was 7. My Dad caught me chomping on it in the back seat of the car and I got the big morality talk. Lesson: never steal anything too chewy.

There were the Girl Scout cookies I stole from my big sister’s room when she was out on a secret date. I was the natural suspect. I got a good talking to for that one. When I pulled the same cookie thievery the next week, well…. my parents made sure I learned my lesson that time.

Then there were all the times I would sneak into my Mom’s secret chocolate stashes. My Mom’s hiding places were no match for my ability to find a stool and wiggle my way around cabinets looking for sweets.

Thinking back on it, my thievery always involved something delicious that I wanted to put in my tummy. I was pathetically predictable in that sense.

I was once again tempted by the thievery gods this weekend while walking around my neighborhood. There’s citrus EVERYWHERE. Just about every other yard has a blooming orange or lemon tree just begging to be plucked. Isn’t sneaking into someones yard to yank their produce considered theft? I thought back to all of the stern reprimands and spankings I got from stealing yummies as a kid and thought better of sneaking into my neighbor’s yard.

Instead, I forked over some cash at the farmer’s market and felt just fine about making this Honey- Lime Curd.

Does this sort of concession mean my bad girl days are long gone? Sigh….