Call me naive, but I can never understand why limes fetch $20 a kilo. It's not as if they're difficult to grow. I can, however, understand why capsicums are expensive most of the time, because I have a dreadful time getting them past babyhood and, if I do, they go mushy before they reach puberty. So I'm resigned to paying $1.99 each for those.
But limes? No way. You just stick in a lime tree, it grows, it makes flowers, it makes limes, you pick them and hey - margaritas! Honest. We have half a dozen organic lime trees and, despite their being neglected since I became their mother in 1998, they soldier on year after year, making more limes than we could ever use. Needless to say, we're especially popular with friends and neighbours.
Ours are Tahitian limes and, to my way of thinking, they're the perfect tree because, unlike me, they're multi-taskers. They're evergreen so they look great all year round. If you have to chop off dead or damaged wood, it grows back in a nanosecond. They produce gorgeous, fragrant white flowers mainly in the spring (although ours do it randomly) and you have to stop yourself from plunging your face into them (there are thorns) for a head-spinning whiff. And from here on in they'll produce gorgeous, heavily scented green fruit which turns yellow as it ripens.
There's nothing I like more than walking through the garden in the late afternoon and picking limes for gin and tonic. The scent is as intoxicating as the gin, and the culinary opportunities are numerous. The juice and zest enhance the flavour of potatoes, salads, rice and cooked vegetables, and if you use lime you can use less salt and fat. Then there are marinades, salad dressings, guacamole, seafood and barbecue sauces, stews, sorbets, jams and jellies. And pies. And lime curd.
Tahitian limes do well in subtropical areas so I can't take all the credit for getting such good crops. However, I can take some for supplying (not personally) hen manure, which for several years was delivered fresh daily by our chooks, which liked to roost among the limes. The trees they favoured for their sleepovers did about twice as well as the others. These days we don't have chooks so I feed them a citrus fertiliser two or three times a year, prune them about once a decade, and praise them lavishly for their superb contribution to our diet.