The above is what's happening now, as summer officially begins. We act cute on the bed, and buy pink peonies that pop the next day. (Not so) lil fluffers naps while I read bits from: My Only Wife -so poetic! it's so good. And, Home, Julie Andrews autobiography. I guess we say 'memoir' now?
I made my first pie of the summer, with: nectarine, cherry, blueberry and raspberry. It was ok, but next time- JUST peaches, I think.
Have you been watching this season of Masterchef? Gawly, it sucks me in but makes me never want to cook, it's so anxiety inducing. You've never cooked a risotto? You might as well have leprosy.