Disclaimer: I might be writing this post in bed at 5am with a very large jar of icy-cold pickles beside me. Needless to say, it's been one weird week.
No one seems to know what day it is, and there has been SO. MUCH. FOOD. With all of these festivities, we have yet to eat a meal at home all week long. It has been nonstop fun, but I am very much looking forward to a quiet evening at home with Mr. Pedantic.
Very, very important stuff: our lives are about to truly begin. We can now discover our ice cream identity.
This pineapple tart is calling my name. And this punch?! Oh. My. Goodness. SO PRETTY!
I have never been a beach person, but I have to admit that one of these tiny backyard beaches might be able to win me over.
I am pretty sure we are heading into another weekend, but after three and a half bags of potato chips consumed and ALL the burgers, I am looking for a treat that will do this body of mine some good. Enter, Kombucha Slush.
Wishing you all the happiest of Fridays!
Sincerely,
Pedantic Foodie
Tomato season has reached its peak and this bruschetta fiend cannot squeal obnoxiously enough.
I love how many varieties of tomatoes are accessible these days. I do not know if ever saw anything but a red tomato when I was younger, but now produce bins are teeming with a kaleidoscope of fruits, looking like an edible collection of autumn leaves. It’s heavenly.
The words “record-breaking” used to illicit thoughts of Rapunzel-esc hair, giant rubber band balls, and jump-roping contests, but no such awe or excitement has been present this week when the record-breaking heat is the topic of everyone’s conversation.
There are few things which resound more strongly of summer than the combination cake, cream, and berries.
Let’s make this thing that I dreamed up!
I’m not sure if it is a dessert or brunch - it’s most likely both, but it is unapologetically lazy and mildly life-changing.
There was a time in my life where my morning ritual consisted of venturing out to my swing set to blare the Enchanted soundtrack at 7am before making my way to the garden. Being the heat-intolerant 11-year-old that I was, my job was to pick our over-sized vegetable garden - a task best done before the sweltering Virginia heat set in. This meant gathering baskets of green beans, armfuls of zucchini, piles of pumpkins, and up to one hundred cucumbers each day.
Yes, one hundred cucumbers.
My mother had a very green thumb when it came to cucumbers, zucchini, and eggplant.
In all the manic that is our world right now, the simple pleasures of life have become all the more valuable to me. Pleasures of warm days, patios, tall glasses of lime-spiked ice tea, and a recklessly indulgent snack that tastes of summer bring a sense of familiarity to an altogether unfamiliar existence.