Oh, we’re in it now, aren’t we? July 3 can only be described as summer. I’ve got two things on my mind—other than the decline and fall of civilization as we know it and also Smokey Robinson who’s really got a hold on me, what with the Motown playlist and all.
Thing 1: Peaches
I ate all the peaches I had around the house. I held out as long as I could stand it, waited for them to get loose in the skin and dangerously close to gone. It was a game of chicken, but I think this most recent batch was my finest, NASA-level timing. They’re almost water balloons, so ripe, filled with a juice that calls for unembarrassed slurping.
I don’t really believe that baking a delectable fresh fruit like a peach improves it. But I did come across this recipe from the ever-tantalizing Food52 that has me intrigued: Simple Summer Peach Cake. Four words I love, right there in a row. My next batch of peaches my end up here.
If you haven’t come across any peaches yet, now would be a good time.
Thing 2: Pink Cashmere
I’m done with this section, which was a piece of peach cake.
The next panel, Garter Stitch Triangles, really ought to be called Garter Stitch Triangles That Sneak Up On You. Took me a full episode of The Americans to get my groove on.
Have you watched this series? I’m late to the party, once again, but curious. It’s about two deep mole Russian spies living in suburban Washington, DC. I’m just starting it, and already I’m wondering about my neighbor. Is he really a musician? Seems so obviously Nashville. He’s always out of town. Seems . . . fishylike.
Wishing you all a slow roll into the Fourth of July. May your eggs bedevil you, may your melon be watery.
PS And Kay, because of your love of America and also baked Alaska, here’s Food52’s “Flag Cake Meets Baked Alaska.”