In our enduring quest for the perfect summer afternoon (our summer mornings being taken up with less idyllic pastimes) we scooted down to our favorite local growers to immerse ourselves in the season. Marion berries, Boysenberries, and Blueberries all in little green boxes rode along home with us. Blueberries for the freezer, and some berries perhaps for milkshakes. Yes, definitely for milkshakes.
We systematically sought out the coolest spot in the house and settled into our books. And boy did I get a good one. It was the kind of book that makes you want to saute garlic in soft curls of butter, and eat slow food with your fingers. But the day is sultry hot, and my sweet husband is not here to savor a glass of red wine. We settled for grilled mozzarella sandwiches, with basil and tomatoes, and a walk in the heavy evening air.