Summer, I bid you well.


Yesterday and today were kind of like a little New Years for me.  Why?  Who the hell knows.  I’ve just always loved the changing of the seasons!  Maybe it’s nostalgia, maybe it’s the need for a change in wardrobe, or maybe it’s just because I’m ready for the next thing.  It doesn’t matter.  What matters is that I actually embraced and totally blissed out on the last day of summer.

The weather this time of year is flipping perfect on the east coast.  We live in the woods on the outskirts of two small, artsy, river towns.  I grew up here so I’m biased, but if you knew it, you’d agree it is quite perfect.

A morning walk on the tow-path with Ms Jasper (our wild and crazy beautiful mutt who is the most snuggly and loving dog I’ve ever met), followed by a run along the river, and then a day full of cooking.  No studying (that story will come sooner than later), no stressing, no thinking about this or that, no nonsense.  Just being.  Just enjoying a day without chatter, without noise, without worry.  I said a solid and hearty “goodbye” and “thank you” to May-through-August and a strong and bold “HELLO” to September-through-December.


So what was the final summer feast of choice?  Aside from being freaking delicious, every ingredient but the feta, olive oil, and balsamic, were grown within 5 miles of our home.  You still have a few days left for this dish, but this recipe is totally worth stashing away until next summer.

Watermelon, Jersey Tomato, and Feta Salad with Basil and Mint

Ok, do you really need a recipe for this?  Trust me, you’re smarter than you think and produce this pure doesn’t need much more than a splash of EVOO, aged balsamic and maybe a dusting of coarse salt (if you feel so obliged).  Just cube up the melon and ‘maters, sprinkle on about a tablespoon of feta, and then top her off with a handful of chopped mint and basil (the more you chop or rip your herbs the more essential oils will be released, making your salad more aromatic and freaking irresistable). You won’t be sorry and you sure as hell won’t want to share – but share, because greediness is neither classy nor sexy.

And there it is.  My final moments of summer… in a bowl… and I ate

C’mon, Autumn, your turn!