What can I say about summer that hasn’t already been said?
Do I even need to? I’m not sure. I do know that every blogger who’s ever posted a chocolate chip recipe has probably wondered–what else is there to say? All we really do, subtly, is tell you: “Make x because it’s in season.” ”Make y because it’s healthy.” ”Make z because it’ll impress your friends.”
Sometimes there’s no need for any of that. No one needs to be told that chocolate chip cookies are delicious, or that summer is a special time. It’s not even my favorite season, but I appreciate it, and I love it. Maybe it’s so commonly understood to be special because the joy of getting out of school for three months when we were kids? Mind. Blowing. We felt like we won the lottery, thank you very much–every 12 months.
I don’t think that feeling leaves as we age. We don’t get to sleep in M-F anymore and spend entire days lazing about in a backyard, reading Jack Kerouac and listening to Sonic Youth on our Walkman (yes, I was as insufferable a teenager as I sound).
But, the pleasure associated with those memories always stays, and every time we glance out the window at 8:30 and see it’s still light outside, consciously or not, we remember the last of the truly carefree times we had.
All this rambling, only to tell you about the time I wanted to make ice cream that tastes like cherry limeade (and did).
