In the summer, I love to make the sort of meals that can be tossed together in a big bowl and served at room temperature.
It’s getting to the time of summer when it seems that what I want more than anything is a cool drink in my hand.
It was a weekend of heat and sweat. Dan and I walked nearly ten miles as we criss-crossed Andersonville and Ravenswood and over to Lincoln Square and into Uptown as we went to open houses for seven condos and one house.
This pie is a homely little dessert.
But there’s a reason it was formerly named crack pie. (And there are reasons the name was problematic.
September is back.
And I find, still, that I miss school. I miss the stuff of it. It’s been too many years since I’ve bought school supplies.