It’s hot. It’s humid. I still want my coffee. Really, there’s not much that separates me from my daily infusion of caffeine. But sometimes the oppressive summerness makes one have to get creative (here’s how to make iced coffee two ways if you’re feeling the need). There’s also something about summer that ramps up my usually dormant need for ice cream (it’s the heat, it does things to my hindbrain).
Summertime is strawberrytime. If you are lucky enough to have a stead supply of local strawberries, I hope you do amazing things like make preserves and pie with the little ruby jewels. If you have some left over from all your pie making (and seriously, where was my invitation?) – or, if you’re like me, and have some berries kicking around in your fridge that need to be used because
It is officially summer, which means GRILLING SEASON IS HERE. Officially. Unofficially I grill all year round, but there is something a bit romantic about grilling in the summertime with the sun still high in the sky and the bugs singing. If you can’t tell summertime is my favorite time. These “chips” are, quite frankly, one of my favorite things to make on the grill. They take a bit of
It’s May, which means it is ALMOST summertime (I see you taunting me, freshly filled pool) and summertime means: POPSICLES. And because popsicles aren’t just for the kiddos, I present to you FROSÉPOPS. Yes, friends, you read that correctly: boozey popsicles because sometimes the sickly sweet popsicles found in the freezer aisle just won’t cut it. Added bonus to homemade pops: no startling blue tongues. Rosé starts showing up in
It hit 85 degrees in my neck of the woods Monday. In March. On the first day of spring. All I wanted to do was sprawl out beneath a window in a sunspot, or better yet: go to the park and lay in the remnants of the winter grass. Basically I wanted to cat my day away. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. Because it was summerlike outside my brain started