This has been the most unusual summer I've ever known since I moved to New Hampshire in 1978. Day after day of my outside thermometer registering 100 degrees in the sun. Rain promised, but not delivered. Moose Brook dwindles to a trickle - I feel sadly for those in the farmbelt who are watching their crops wither.
Eating in this kind of weather is a challenge. Enjoying it? Not so much. A cold shower at 10 pm helps, and so do all those tried and true recipes I have right at my fingertips. I've sent Maida's delectable brownies to my son in almost-chilly San Francisco, Tuscan Bean salad for suppers with the kids and grandkids, Finnish cucumber salad, cold, sweet and sour - always welcome at any meal. Blueberry muffins with toasted walnuts, made early in the morning, before it gets too hot. Yogurt and fresh fruit with honey any morning - or evening! Composed French salads, pickled red onions, lots of lemon cucumber mint water, eggplant appetizer with tortilla chips, Italian bread salad, zesty with garlic and tomatoes. HB eggs with mayo ( Hellman's, please) with fresh basil and arugula, and embarrassing amounts of juicy watermelon chunks, strawberries, and blueberries. Raspberry season came and went in a day, unhappy with the lack of rain. I hope you all are holding up as well as can be.
For some reason, I've had no desire for cold soups, but you can find lots and LOTS of recipes here; until this summer I've cherished soup in all seasons.
On a sad note, my beloved 15 year old pussycat died the Friday before last: I miss her hugely. She was a playful, loving, darling Domino, and I hope she is at last with her beloved Indiana Jones, our Golden Retriever. That gives me comfort.