Another summer mainstay: good ol’ yellow cake with chocolate frosting, in cupcake form with fancy-shmancy buttercream.
Did a little pruning today and now I’ve got a surplus of fresh mint. What to do, what to do… it HAS been hot lately and hot weather calls for cool tea.
You are standing in a kitchen. An open door goes to the west. A window faces to the south. There is a heavy cellar door beneath your feet. Before you is a heavy butcher block table. On it are two avocados, a small jalapeno pepper, a tomato, a small onion, a lemon, and several cloves of garlic, a medium-sized Bowl of Pyrecks, a large carving knife and a nicely curved spoon.
Merriam-Webster has several definitions for home, including:
1. one’s place of residence,
2. the social unit formed by a family living together,
3. a familiar or usual setting : congenial environment ; also : the focus of one’s domestic attention
4. a place of origin
It occurred to me once, while gardening, that plants have a lot in common with computers. They must be plugged in to run, perform specific sets of programmed functions, respond to external input, and die when unplugged. A friend further pointed out that plants, like computers, can also be “can be hacked to produce virii or insulin, have a built-in cycle of obsolescence, (and) require constant maintenance.”
I made my first deviled eggs in my grandmother’s kitchen when I was about ten or eleven years old. They are, to me, a quintessential summer food – right up there with tuna salad sandwiches, cole slaw and potato salad.
