All On A Summer’s Day
We had summer the other day, and it was glorious. Amazingly, it corresponded with the first day of calendar summer, and the solstice. It was so inspiring, seeing the sun, and the blue sky, that before lunchtime
we’d already fired up the smoker and given it its annual baptism by cherry wood smoke, ending up with a succulent platter of smoked chicken. Lunching on freshly smoked chicken and chilled rosé, out on the deck all a-flower, even getting a little sunburn, now that’s summer.
Knowing that summer wouldn’t last, I took advantage of the warm afternoon to make a yeast dough, letting it rise in a sunny spot whilst I drank more rosé and got a little more sunburned. Normally, sunburns are against my religion, but I figure that when summer lasts just a day, what the heck, live dangerously. These cute little chocolate swirls are fun to make, according to me, and fun to eat, according to Shel, and the recipe is here.
As evening fell we lit the grill, opened a fresh bottle of rosé,
and got ready for some nicely charred rib-eyes. The sizzle of steak on the grill, the waft of woodsmoke in the air, the crunch of garden-picked salad greens, a nice French rosé, those are summer’s own delights, however fleeting.
It takes a long time to get dark on the first day of summer, after which, alas, the days start to get shorter. Here, sitting on the deck at 9:15 p.m., we watched the boat traffic,
and caught a glimpse of the Space Needle.
Night came gently to the garden, just before 10:00 p.m., and the next day summer was gone. I’m sure hoping it returns before we head to Greenland and Iceland, where the nights will be short but glaciers and mittens will abound. Still, I’ve heard that you can get a sunburn from the reflections of those ice floes, although I’m pretty sure it will be too cold for rosé up there.Explore posts in the same categories: French Letters Visits America, Posts Containing Recipes comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.