The beautiful colours of fresh fruit and vegetables at the farmer’s market has to be one of my favourite things about the summer. Even if we don’t end up buying some of the most delicious looking fruits, I can still enjoy their colours from afar. This week we indulged ourselves very slightly with some homemade cheese and some amazingly fresh corn, coming home from the farmer’s market on Thursday evening excitedly discussing what we were going to cook this week with our finds.
I don’t bake in the summer. It makes me feel a little sad, because of course I’d love to bake something with all of the delicious fruit that is around. Our Chicago kitchen has some of the best light in the building during the day, one of the reasons that we chose this particular apartment over the others, but of course in the summer it is also often the warmest room in the apartment. Using the oven in the summer, with the hot sun baking down on us and heat rapidly spreading through our little apartment, would just be ridiculous (I could possibly just leave cake batter on the window ledge and it would cook that way…). So I feel a little like we miss out on baked summer goodies. But really the fruit on its own is amazing and I need to remember that next time I’m standing over a pint of the most delicious looking blueberries I’ve ever seen, trying to think of something to make that would give me enough of an excuse to buy them. I should never need an excuse to buy fruit.
You know, we still haven’t been to the beach yet either. I’m trying to convince my husband that it’s a wonderful idea for us to go on Friday afternoon. Or Saturday. Or Sunday. And I probably wont stop talking about it until we actually go. That should be a good enough incentive.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.