One of my favorite summer activities is to spend a couple of early morning hours at the farmers' market. This week I bought tomatoes, sweet corn, and 4 lbs of green beans. Later I caramelized those green beans with onions and brown sugar. Did my family enjoy them? I don't know because I began picking beans out one by one while I was cooking and then went wild and licked the skillet clean. While it was sizzling hot. (They were seriously good. Srsly. Tongue bandage--totally worth it.)
And speaking of my gluttony, what is it about the flavor/aroma of tomatoes on the vine that is like nothing else? It's like you can taste the sunshine in them. Summer air has a certain spiciness to it, and it's concentrated in a vine-ripened tomato. I used to think I was tasting/smelling pollen, but I think I was just paranoid because pollen is odorless and tasteless. Still ... there is a "greenish and growing" nuance in that garden tomato that is not present in hot house tomatoes. Summer is glorious.
This is how you know time is passing. Instead of loading up your three kids to go with you to the farmers' market, you load up the ankle-biter. Here she is enjoying all of the attention she garnered, even though there were tons of BIG dogs there. Look at that giant bowl she's drinking from. My favorite is the one where Jorge is holding her because she looks just like she's smiling. The 1st pic of her in the wagon is now my desktop background.