The answer... my 10:00 am snack.
There are few things better than a "mater sammich" in the summer. I only ate one. It was, after all, break, not lunch.
We grilled steaks last night on the deck at Son #2's request.
Mine had this mysterious marking... not the Virgin Mary or Jesus, but cute nonetheless.
The Ex-Ex's grilling station, complete with a chilled glass of Italian Vermentino.
I made a strawberry salad to go with the steaks. Spring mix lettuce, baby spinach, strawberries, goat cheese, and almonds dressed with sweet and sour poppyseed.
Today, on my desk, I found some supplies left by my "dealers"--
Yellow squash
and blueberries.
A couple of days ago, cherry tomatoes appeared. I've eaten most of them...
Last week, I found a bag full of green beans, but I didn't photograph them before eating them.
And here's the best summer advice I've seen in a while-- this from a bag holding the second two books in the Hunger Games series (from Flyleaf Books in Chapel Hill)-- gifts for Mme P when I see her July 7 in Villeneuve-lez-Avignon.
I shall now take that advice, along with my cup of blueberries, and get comfy. Flyleaf has used books, too, and I picked up one by Ruth Reichl, Tender at the Bone: Growing Up at the Table. Perfect for a hot, summer afternoon.
Bon appétit, snackers, nappers, and readers!
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