My fascination with food is not limited to the how. I’m curious about the who, the what, the where and perhaps most importantly, the why. We associate memories with food. We bond over food. We pass our stories as we pass our plates, and we make friends via our tastes. I already showed you the how for a very memorable frozen berry dessert. It was a failure of sorts, but the revisions succeeded in a way that utterly surprised me! However, the dessert’s story did not end there. I was making that dessert for a summer Sunday-the type of summer Sunday that perfectly reminds me of the happiness growing underfoot!
“The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet.” ~ James Oppenheim
(A summer Sunday can be downright torturous for a dog who has eyes only for saaaaaausages!)
If we don’t make time, summer’s golden ears will quickly disappear, and grills will enter dormancy.
If we do make time, we might use more butter on golden kernels than we should, just because it’s fancy butter. We might sip more sangria than we should, just to reach the wine-soaked, sangria peaches, bursting with the flavors guarded best by local growing.
If we don’t make time, we might miss the show (sometimes the show is a little racy)…
If we do slow down, we might see what a cold beverage can do to a lady on a hot day. ;P
If we do slow down, we can learn more of our own food story from those who taught us, and we can pass it to those who who care to share it.
If we do slow down, the sky might put on a show in our honor. In our case, the Pittsburgh sky sure was feeling fancy!
The show transitioned to flickering candles and second rounds of adult root beer floats then a downhill stroll to fall asleep to the hum of a fan.
May your hot oven be worked minimally. May your frozen desserts refresh you maximumly! May you enjoy summer’s best hues and lights until a quiet stroll leads you peacefully home!