I love pie. But I have to confess, it’s never been my strong suit as a baker. My pies tend to be respectable, but… Oh.
I don’t take the time to make fresh-squeezed lemonade that often, which is a pity because it actually takes very little effort and is pretty much the best thing to drink on a sunny summer day.
Spring has, at long last, sprung. The tree outside the living room window is in full leaf. The neighborhood is dotted with colorful blooms. The farmers markets have opened.
I tend to think of rhubarb as a fruit, even though, botanically, it’s a vegetable. I make the traditional crisps and crumbles and jams and pies with it.
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.
