Baby, it's summer.
There are still a few lingering streaks of light pink and orange evening light that I can catch over the high-rise buildings behind my apartment.
The days are finally shifting. They are longer, lazier.
The market had a lot of surprises today - quarts of jewel like ruby-red strawberries that with one bite released the most intensely tart-sweet juice (it's jam making time), more tall stalks of purple and green asparagus, and the crispiest, crunchiest sugar snap peas I have ever tasted.
With the temperature on the rise I see lots of sugar snap pea salads in my future (sliced thin with a spicy chili oil dressing) followed by bowls of strawberries macerated in bourbon smoked sugar and topped with barely sweetened whipped cream. Recipes coming...