I only recently realized that summer is basically over. Leaves are falling in our front yard, there is a definite chill in the air in the morning, and I’m dreaming of boots and sweaters, always a giant sign of the impending change of season. I feel like I’ve missed out on so much. Boat trips with friends, being tan, and all the rest of summer joys. Of course, I’m thrilled with why I’m not tan and seaworthy, but it does make the end of summer sting a bit harder than normal.
Especially when it comes to food. The beautiful fruits and vegetables of the season are passing me by, with barely a bite or meal to note. Sure, we’ve had a few nights of glory, and I’m thankful for each and every mouthful, but I miss the joys of bountiful tomatoes, lettuces and herbs for days, and corn.
I took the bull by the horns last night, so to speak. We were having our summer favorite for dinner last night, and it just wasn’t enough to mow through a Naan-wrapped lamb burger alone. I visited the garden center (thankfully located behind the brewery or I’d hardly know it was summer at all) and picked up some gorgeous nectarines.
And that was really it. Chopped into small chunks, tossed with local feta and mint, dressed simply with sriracha, lemon juice, salt and pepper, a beautiful salad made its way into my summer repertoire. Eating it, and making it, really, I was inspired by my spicy peach beer and all the flavor it had.
Cheese-less, this would be an incredible salsa for any sandwich or chip experience, but with the feta and maybe a crouton it’s a meal I’d likely eat on its own.
Did I mention I’m eating the leftovers as soon as I hit publish?