Why I Love Summer: Hot Grills and Ice Cold Margaritas

Why I Love Summer: Hot Grills and Cold Margaritas

I have a fascination with the grill — I think most guys do. There’s something about igniting a fire that lights up my soul. Maybe it’s a momentary power trip. Let there be light! Maybe it’s the smell of burning wood. Maybe it’s the ice cold margarita in my hand as all the magic happens. Whatever it is, this is why summer (even Texas summers) are my favorite time of year.

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mama canales-garcia’s avocado-shrimp salsa

mama canales-garcia's avocado shrimp salsa

I’m not a summer person. Is it uncool to admit that you sort of hate sweating? Probably, so it’s a good thing you already knew I was a dork. New York City summers seem to be endless strings of heatwaves, and humidity so thick that even 82 degrees can feel like 105. Being pale and freckled, I seem to go through my body weight in sunscreen each summer, and still burn. Inside, the window air-conditioner units are always buzzing and always too cold; I consider summer something I must endure until my real love — crunchy fall leaves, cardigans, apple cider stands — returns in late September.

tomatoes, jalapeno, onion, avocado and shrimp
tiny shrimps, cut tinier is triply redundant, right?

Or so I thought. This summer, something has shifted and it’s like I finally paid attention, and when I did, I realized I’ve had it all wrong. Summer is awesomely, fantastically busy, and with only the good stuff, long days and social butterfly weekends. We haven’t even put the kid to bed on Sunday night before we start discussing how many friends-with-pools/barbecues/ferry excursions/beach towns/playground sprinklers/grilled anything we might be able to stuff into the next weekend. When the heat starts melting your brain, and with it, any ridiculous attempts at dissecting something you read in The New Yorker that week, you get to instead have intense discussions about the ideal popsicle format, how to best fill water balloons, which beaches have the silkiest sand and who makes the best Aperol Spritz. (Buvette, you’re winning.) I realized that there’s barely a month left to summer yesterday, and felt sad, because we need more time. The whole time I’ve been kvetching, summer waged a quiet war on my view of the seasons (“Does fall have watermelon this good? I didn’t think so!” “When was the last time you saw a rainbow through a sprinkler in January?!”) and it won.

chop this: small tomatoes or big

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Meg’s Labor of Love Kitchen — Small Cool Kitchens 2013

Name:
Meg
Location:
New York, NY
Square Feet:
73
Division:
Own
What makes your small kitchen so cool:
When I bought my apartment, the kitchen was just a little separate nook with virtually no counter space and very little storage. I completely gutted the space and was able to create my ideal kitchen with tons of storage space and counter space (and a dishwasher!). This kitchen was a labor of love – I had so much fun through the whole process shopping around for deals and finding all the pieces to make the whole project come together.

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Listening to the Basil — Weekend Meditation

Although I have several basil plants growing in my garden and in various pots on my back porch, I bought home a huge bunch from the farmers market the other day. Even in that open air, cacophonous market atmosphere, the intense smell of this basil hit me from 6 feet away and stopped me in my tracks. Vigorous and spicy, its leaves were thick and hardy, almost leather-like. This was field basil, grown in the intense heat of California’s Capay Valley where it was pulled up by its roots, bound into large messy bunches and stuffed into pails of water for market day. I wanted to bring home an armload but I stopped myself at just one bunch. It now sits in a vase in the middle of my kitchen table, its feisty presence a reminder of the intense, fleeting nature of life. Pay attention! it demands. And I do.

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