A neighbor gave me a bushel of sweet limes after her gardener radically pruned her tree.  They look like little lemons.  I juiced them yesterday and am making marmalade with them today.  They taste a little like a cross between a lemon and a lime.  Kind of like if Sprite grew on trees but without the sugar.  We'll see how this turns out.  There's hundreds of varieties of citrus out here and it's mind boggling. 

It's sunny here.  We are enjoying a break from lots and lots of rain.  It's in the low 50's but will warm up to the upper 60's later this afternoon.

Making Seville orange marmalade.  It's a multi day process.  My fingers are super pruny from cutting them up for the past 3 hours.  Now they soak in water overnight.  Thank god.  I think I'm getting a bit old for this.  They're only available here in the winter months so I figured I'd better get on with it.

One of the only marmalades I like

Making Seville orange marmalade.  It's a multi day process.  My fingers are super pruny from cutting them up for the past 3 hours.  Now they soak in water overnight.  Thank god.  I think I'm getting a bit old for this.  They're only available here in the winter months so I figured I'd better get on with it.

Dinner is nuked Indian food.  Trader Joes makes good frozen entrees.  Butter chicken is a dish we love but so far haven't figured out how to make it ourselves.  It's so much easier to buy a package and hit it with microwaves for a few minutes.

I used to get the eggplant parm at the Kendall House of Pizza (a Greek pizzaria in East Cambridge, MA) sans sandwich and it was glorious.  They didn't feel the need to smother it in melted cheese or throw eggs into it.  I adore artichoke hearts but this looks like a good way to lose them in a vat of fat.  Kind of like losing the history of a prominent Dutch family 400 years before by calling it something aspirational like "Prospect (insert locality here) Gardens."  You wanna live somewhere nice like Prospect Park, Brooklyn, then move there.  And, surely, with the Dutch's propensity to work with Portuguese slave traders, yeah, I'm sure there's some nasty back story about the Lefferts family. 
https://www.cityneighborhoods.nyc/lefferts-boulevard#:~:text=Lefferts%20Boulevard%20in%20Queens%20derives,lasting%20mark%20on%20the%20community.

Like you, I prefer "Pig Town."  Presumably, that's because of the farms in the area.  There were slaughterhouses on the East River in Midtown Manhattan until 1947 when the district was closed down and became the UN HQ.  There were many working farms around NYC until after WWII when a potato blight made the residential developments on Long Island a reasonable alternative use.  At that time, the economy of NYC began its shift from shipping and manufacturing to a service oriented one.  But I digress.  I was disappointed by that sandwich, particularly because I have some jars of artichoke hearts in the pantry and I'm not sure what to do with them.  This ain't it.