Originally published on Pittsburgh Magazine
If you live anywhere in the Eastern Seaboard, I don’t think the motivation for this post requires explanation. As I write this, the temperature is 95 degrees with a “real feel “ of 102. That is officially fever high. There is absolutely no way my stove is going to see any action today. I am not complaining though. I love summer — mercury-breaking heat index and all. No relationship is perfect. It’s the net exchange that counts. I will take the heat for the long summer days when the sun doesn’t set ‘til 9:00 pm. When I don’t have to wear 20 layers. When in days of respite from the sweltering heat, there are outdoor concerts, fairs, barbecues. I retreat to the pool, take any excuse to go to the beach, take refuge in movie theaters with big popcorn movies.
Summer is also an excuse to have treats for breakfast. Or lunch. Or dinner. Silky smoothies. Velvet goodness in your mouth, making a joyful trail down your throat. Quenching, cooling, nourishing. Sips from your straw punctuated by mmmms and aahhhhs.
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