You probably don’t need to hear me talk again about how much I love the beach and going to the beach, especially in the summer. Any day now it’s my birthday which explains everything about my beach obsession. And, I can’t even believe I haven’t been to the beach yet this year! An inexcusable situation that needs to be rectified immediately.
Oops, I slipped into my beach rambling again. You already told me you were tired of it. Apologies.
Let’s switch gears and talk about the other thing that makes summer so special for me. And it’s not wearing shorts. Or sandals. Or little makeup. Or going out at night and not needing a piece of outerwear. Or the sunshine. Oh, this sunshine is such a good thing… for my bones and for my spirits. The me in July is so much more perky than the me in February. Can you tell? But, no, what makes the summer so special is the fresh summer food and outdoor cooking. And this weekend we enjoyed both.
On Friday night I cooked my sort-of-weekly pizza, once again, on the grill. This time I sautéed some pre-sliced mushrooms (yes, I’ve become massively lazy in the kitchen lately) in a small fry pan with a little olive oil, garlic, salt and crushed red pepper. Grandma would have been so proud. They didn’t all make it onto the pizza because I couldn’t help stealing pieces as I prepared the pizza.
Oh, and then I used my purchased pizza dough, which is just as good as the dough I make myself (I know, you are ready to unsubscribe in protest of my laziness), topped it with pizza sauce from Trader Joe’s (I know, the shortcuts just keep on disappointing you), mozzarella cheese that I actually grated with my own little hands, and a few sliced kalamata olives. I love these savory flavors, and I love pizza on my grill now that I’m no longer afraid of the dough oozing onto the heat bars.
There’s one little problem, I’m cooking it just a bit too long and the bottom is more charred than Joe likes. I like a bit of burnt crust on the bottom, he does not. Picky, picky husband. I will try harder this week to grill the dough without any char. I promise.
As for the fresh food, there’s produce begging to be purchased on nearly every country road in our area. I just love summer abundance. And since I didn’t join a CSA this summer, Joe and I hit the road on Saturday driving around in his classic British motorcar to local farm stands to pick up our fruit and vegetables for the week. It sounds idyllic, I know. However, there’s always a downside and in this case it’s the lack of air conditioning in that car. Pushing aside those sweaty thoughts, we had a good afternoon of shopping with a stop for Italian ices and lunch, in that order. As Joe said, it was almost like we were on vacation.
I probably got a bit carried away with my shopping since Louisa will be missing from out dinner table this week. But take a look at our haul:
There is corn, potatoes, zucchini, frying peppers, green beans, romaine, strawberries, blueberries, peaches, plums, cantaloupe, as well as a loaf of bread and a jar of preserves. Everything tastes better in the summer, and I can’t wait to eat our way through it all.