July
We’ve been eating stonefruit without pause. Fresh, slurped off the pit. Drizzled with honey and tossed with labneh. And baked into cake.
This is the NYT plum torte recipe, but with peaches and spelt flour.
Wet basements, wild gardens and that good good light in Detroit after all of the flooding. We ate this bronze fennel flower with cold sesame-peanut noodles, chopped cucumber and wood sorrel leaves.
There are a lot of surreal things about living in a big city on a big lake and this scene is one of them. (Hi Tavi!)
The annual washing of the marriage quilt. Each year it is a little different and a little more precious as the indigo fades and the fabrics get softer.
July is too hot for day walks, so we venture out in the evening. That empty lot there held some of my favorite buildings- now it’s full of sunflowers.
A moment of gratitude for all of the good food around us. This curried chicken salad saved me after I burned my popcorn lunch (the day before the CSA share arrives is always a little… creative).