summer

It has started. In a sort of bull-in-the China-shop Chicago sort of way.

But at least we got to segue into this much anticipated (albeit confusing) season with my sister Sylvia and my nephew Clinton and and my niece Cassidy, who were all visiting from Colorado.  We hit the museums, we hit the beach and we ate a lot. Sylvia made that spring/summer magic happen (after our visit to the Green City Market on Saturday morning) with a hearty, tasty pasta of bacon, peas, mint, garlic and heavy cream. It was a glorious thing to come out of our little and hot, hot kitchen.

 

And then, the next morning, Sylvia and Ben, being the earliest risers, made a batch of homemade biscuits from scratch. Syl really honored Ben's participation and he made his own little "Ben biscuits."

 

We topped these with fresh strawberries and whipped cream the first evening. On the second we slathered them with butter and strawberry jam. And tonight I ate one with nothing but a bit of butter. And then I had another.

Summer, I am so thankful you decided to show up. And my sister and her kids and the peas and bacon and mint and strawberries didn't hurt either. So here I go, I am blowing a kiss to you, summer. Over the extra biscuits.