My aunt and uncle moved into their cute house on the northern border of Massachusetts last winter and going up to visit them is the perfect antidote to the crazy work schedule I’ve had lately. Technically it’s on a lake, but we all call it the Pond House and it is every bit as cozy and quaint as it sounds. The house boasts big plush couches in the living room, comfy chairs on the screened-in porch overlooking the lake, tall Adirondack chairs on the deck, and even a cute little bench on the dock right over the water.
Have you figured out the pattern here? Whether it’s a bench, an Adirondack chair or a couch, there are myriad options of where to plant your tush while you sit and do nothing but while away the hours with some pretty awesome family members. Should you decide you’d like more movement than the basics of transporting wine or cheese from the table to your mouth, you can hop in a kayak or go for a scenic walk. In short, this is the life.
I’ve always heard those stories about people dropping off heaps of zucchini on people’s doorsteps in the dead of night at the height of zucchini season trying to unload some of their bounty, but it had never happened to me until last week. Joseph and I had been out most of the day and when we returned we found a bag of some of the biggest zucchini I have ever seen waiting for us at our door.
There was no note and I had no idea who had left it. Actually, over a week later, I still don’t know who left it. Perhaps they thought I would see it as a hassle, an obligation or something that I had to deal with, but they couldn’t have been more wrong. I love zucchini. I especially love it roasted with some lemon and garlic and served with pasta (in fact, I have two versions here and and here), but it’s also nice for breakfast in some carrot zucchini muffins. And it’s a good thing I like zucchini because I was now swimming in it. The bigger of the two weighed nearly 5 pounds!
I had never heard of pluots before, but when I saw the bright red color (not to mention their low price) I grabbed a few along with a pint of blueberries to make a galette for some Fourth of July festivities. Yes, I know, we’re halfway through July and the Fourth has long since come and gone. I’m embarrassing late telling you about this tasty tart. I’ll spare you the excuses and divert your attention back to the matter at hand: pluots.
Pluots are part apricot and part plum, but a little closer to the plum side. To be honest, I was a little nervous when I cut the first one open and ate a slice. It was incredibly juicy and a beautiful deep red color, but its pizzazz kind of ended there. It didn’t actually taste like a whole lot.
Where have I been, you ask? Just a few weeks ago my excuse was that one of my big projects at work was ending and I was super busy. Well, now I’m on a new project and find myself just as busy, trying to meet a very important deadline next week. Earlier this week I was getting to work at 6:30 in the morning in order to coordinate with folks in South Africa, a time when I’m usually snug as bug in my bed. I may have been a morning person as a kid, but those days are long gone and these early mornings and long days are hitting me pretty hard. I’ve been able to sleep till a reasonable hour the past two days, and today is the first day all week that I didn’t feel like a walking zombie.