It’s Summer

I’ve started a dangerous habit. Two days in a row, I’ve visited the produce stands on Hwy 52. Wednesday night I came away with gorgeous tomatoes just dying for a crustless tomato pie, zucchini that called* to me and said, “Pan roast me, please.” Apparently the produce knew I had everything on hand for garlic cheddar biscuits and a watermelon begged to come home to kick off the summer.

Yesterday afternoon, I left the children in the car with the AC cranked**. I came out lugging bags of corn for roasting, tomatoes for slicing, grapes and bananas for snacking, and celery for crunching. I need blinders so I can resist the call of the plums and peaches. Dinner was simple, lemon basil chicken salad and roasted corn. It was perfect for a hot day.

This weekend, we’re going blueberry picking and I found a tempting recipe for chocolate zucchini cake.

I love this time of year.

*Don’t even try to tell me food doesn’t speak to you.

**You drag an awkward 11 yo, a 2yo with a thousand hands, and a 9mo, with no cart into a stand with huge, precarious piles. Nope, uh uh, you can’t make me.