I used to eschew lemon bars—too tart for my palate. But one of my ridiculous theories is that our tastebuds get worn out as we age and we seek different flavors to shock ’em back into consciousness. (Personal examples: beer, coffee, brussels sprouts, bourbon, artichokes, dried coconut, olives and dressings other than ranch.)
Tom’s lemon bars finally won me over to not only want, but crave them.
And they were just as good the next day.