You know, I’ve never been the type to really look forward to summer. I mean, it’s nice, but it’s always been a three-month heat wave punctuated too frequently with days when I just can’t wait for school to start back up. This summer’s been nice, though. Different. I got to shave off a nice month of the summer right from the get-go by being in London for most of May. And now, filling my days with cooking whatever strikes my fancy, learning the score to a hard piece of musical theatre, reading a couple Agatha Christie novels, and bopping around Houston to visit friends - that’s something I could get used to. I mean, already this summer I’ve gotten to make all these fun things:
- tostadas
- peanut noodles
- a fancy BLT, fried egg and all
- turkey chili
- strawberry froyo
- peach streusel cake
- chicken tikka masala
- raspberry scones
- whole wheat chocolate chip cookies
- jazzed-up apricot goat cheese prosciutto paninis
- a “corn chowder” salad
- gingerbread cookies
- biscuits!
- blackberry apricot pie
- pork tomato ravioli
- honey-yogurt tart with blackberries and raspberries
- barbecue sauce
- pulled barbecued chicken sandwiches with that barbecue sauce
- strawberry conserve
- tomato jam
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| pie! |
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| look how cute! |
And there’s plenty more where that came from. All I’m saying is, I think I might finally get what all the fuss about summer is about. It’s about time.
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