Last summer, I made peace with feeding my kids. I decided that we will eat as if it were summer all year round. Why do vegetables have to be cooked? Why do meals have to be complicated? They don't, in the summer. We all feast on camp suppers and bbq buffets and picnics. I decided to picnic through the snow storms and right through till June. Picnicing to save our lives. Cucumber and dip and hummus and toast with avocado and berries and cereal for supper (occasionally). Food is food no matter the time of day or year, let's just eat it and move on! I've got another picnic to pack.
I won't visit you this month. You won't call. I will raid your garden and you won't get any of the vegetables. I will make plans without telling you about them. We'll go to the store and not buy you one single thing. Whole books will be read and I will not tell you which ones. I will watch movies and not inform you. The nasturiums will ripen. Last month was different. I changed my schedule and took time off work to be with you. I dropped all kinds of plans for us to be together. You sent me messages, I received them. I picked up food that I thought you would like at the store and sent you pictures of every beautiful thing I saw. I sang with you. We watched the Great Canadian Baking Show. You chose the recipe for the garlic scape pesto and gave me instructions for making the gooseberry jam. I am in August without you. You are in July.
whoopah!! idea to suit the season, brilliant!
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