We’ve been a little obsessed with corn lately. We go to the farm market diligently on weekends and cart home ears and ears intensely sweet sweetcorn. In essence, this summer will go down as the one where we rediscovered corn! I made creamed corn for breakfast last weekend; this time with fresh corn, custard powder, coconut milk and lots of nutmeg. I sat out on my breezy little balcony and enjoyed it while watching the street come to life.
Lunch on Sundays is usually a salad, made with whatever produce we’ve managed to grab from the market. Since it’s summer and corn is at its peak, there is likely be corn in our summer salads; It never gets boring.
I was thinking of a fresh hearty and vibrant seasonal salad with this roasted potato and cranberry bean salad. I’ve always liked the idea of beans and potatoes as the herbivore’s version of meat and potatoes.
The last few days I’ve zoned out of real life, quietly engrossed in a novel. Does anyone else do this sometimes? The book is not particularly great, but the description of scenery and setting is so vivid and mesmerizing, I was lost in this beautiful imagery of a sublime faraway place.
This herbed green rice recipe was supposed to go up last weekend, before I started reading and drifted away. I felt a little guilty until I read the recent report on reading and longevity.
Following our week of rice and beans, I’ve been thinking of rice; about how much of it I eat and how I don’t post enough rice recipes on here to reflect that. Maybe we’ll make salad this weekend, with green rice, black beans, roasted okra and tons of vegetables; it’s just a thought for now.
I’m due for a visit to Seattle; there’s a sweet baby boy I’m dying to meet and three young ladies, a little further east, I’m hoping to hang out with. I wanted to go this past BC Day long weekend but alas, life got in the way. Instead, I spent Saturday running errands all over the city. On Sunday we joined the Pride festivities, and I spent the Monday off watching the entire season of Stranger Things. It was a satisfying weekend, but I still need to go to Seattle.
A few months ago on my last visit to Seattle, we popped into Elm Coffee Roasters during our coffee break and loved it.
I spent a few desperate hours in Berlin last year. I was wet and cold and miserable the whole time because of poor planning. It rained so hard I ended up wandering the aisles of Primark at Alexanderplatz looking for an umbrella. I also got an “I love Berlin” tote from Primark, which gives me a chuckle now when I tote it around.
The most memorable part of the trip was a conversation with a complete stranger. We met a woman at the airport’s train station, who turned out to be blessing in helping us navigate the Berlin subway. She’d come from Dublin to join an anti-TTIP protest (free trade agreement between EU & US). Naturally, we chatted; for a long while actually, even when it came time to part ways, we stood on the platform talking. Somewhere between the impact of GMO foods and the fairy tales fountain at Volkspark, wheat came up; she grinds her own flour from wheat berries and I mentioned I make a mean chickpea wheat berry salad and breakfast.
I feel like this happens every time this year, and yet it always takes me by surprise. And by this, I don’t mean this summery strawberry rhubarb simple syrup. Rather, it’s this sudden realization that we’re smack in the middle of summer, when really, it feels like summer just started. I haven’t even started on my summer plans yet; and I had so many of them. I remember back in march, walking along the seawall on a rare summer-like day and listing off all the things I was going to do come summer.
This weekend we have the fireworks and Pride, all this for me means that summer is winding down.
August is for getting in the last of our summer activities. Weekend getaways and hot road trips, picnics by the water, Island hopping and quiet afternoon hikes, and lazy evenings on the balcony drinking fruity cocktails.