Change is hard. Take, for example, seasonal change—especially the change from summer to autumn. Where I live, summer doesn't gently fade into fall, it jumps; one day I'm wearing sandals and tank tops, and the next day I'm digging in my closet for boots and sweaters. One day it's too hot in the house to sleep without the air conditioner, the next day I'm turning on the furnace.
I love cooking. I really do. But when it's summertime, I find myself much less inclined to spend time in the kitchen—summer is so short and fleeting in my part of the world, I feel like I must carpe diem the hell out of it and spend every possible minute outside.
It's hard for a foodie to be inside when these beauties are in bloom!
Here's a confession: I am terrified of the barbeque. I'm terrified that I am going to set myself on fire or blow up the house, and so I tend to eye that grill from a safe distance, usually with a glass of wine in my hand, while my husband does the dirty work.
