This summer has been different from most. Mainly because I’ve spent more time by the water than I have in years. In years past—especially since moving to Philly, which can feel a little landlocked—that hasn’t been the case. And there have been consequences. I become angrier. More bitter….
I feel like, for the first time ever, I am really tasting the magic of an in-season cantaloupe. Sweet. Juicy. Impossibly delicious. Gone are the years of buying those plastic fruit containers from Whole Foods and eating the pale, sad-looking cubes because it felt wasteful not to. Turns…
Ahhhhhh, summer. I have been beginning my mornings with a giant slice of watermelon so juicy I have to eat it with a napkin tucked beneath my chin. Mint black tea warmed by the sun. Epic amounts of basil destined to become pesto. One hundred and eight Sun…