Showing posts with label corn on the cob. Show all posts
Showing posts with label corn on the cob. Show all posts

Monday, June 30, 2025

Only In The Summer!

 JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: For those of you broiling in other parts of the US, you’ll be surprised to hear we’ve been having a cold summer in Maine so far. Yes, there was the infernal heat dome last week, and we’ve managed a few days when the temperatures have gotten into the 80s, but otherwise it’s hardly been the kind of weather that inspires lingering over icy drinks on the deck or patio or grilling for guests.

 

Which is why I was delighted the other day when it hit the perfect point of heat (i.e. “Yay, it’s summer,” instead of “65 and drizzling” or “Satan’s bowels.”) It finally felt right to have my first Pimms cup of the summer. To me, it’s the quintessential seasonal drink - I mean, the bottle’s not going anywhere, but I don’t touch it between September and May.

 

There are a lot of foods tied to the calendar and the weather because, well, that’s when they taste best. Strawberries, corn on the cob, home-grown tomatoes. But there are other foods and beverages we could have at any point of the year but… we don’t.

 

An example for me: the grilled hamburger. I like hamburgers! I’ll occasionally order one in a restaurant (there are some great grass-fed-beef places in Portland; hit me up for recommendations if you’re traveling here.) But the ONLY time I make them at home is between June and August, outdoors, and it has to be hot enough that I’m a little uncomfortable standing over the grill (I have the old-fashioned, charcoal briquette kind.) 

 

Or potato salad. I literally make the exact same potato salad summer and winter, but the former gets a mustard-mayo dressing and hard-boiled eggs and the latter gets a bacon-vinegar dressing and no eggs. Why one and not the other? I don’t know! I could serve the vinaigrette cold and the mayo warm, but after 40 years of making this (and more years eating - these recipes come from my mother) they remain strictly, rigorously separated by the time of year and the temperature outside.

 

How about you, Reds? What are your “strictly-seasonal-although-they-don’t-have-to-be” drinks and dinners?

 

HALLIE EPHRON: My favorite seasonal dish is a salad main dish. A corn and basil and Fetah cheese salad. Corn (fresh, boiled and cut off the cob (NOT frozen or canned))  with season’s best cut up tomatoes, a generous handful (or two) of chopped fresh basil, and plenty of crumbled fetah cheese — dressed with a vinaigrette (⅔ olive oil, ⅓ a good balsamic vinegar, S&P). 

 

I confess, messing with the charcoal grill holds no allure for me these days. Though my favorite summer thing used to be a whole turkey roasted over coals. You season the bird as if you were roasting it in the oven. No stuffing. Get a full load of coals hot and push them to the edges so you can put the turkey on a rack with coals NOT directly under it. Let it roast with the lid down. Baste  occasionally with olive oil or butter.

Takes about what it takes to roast it in the oven (use a meat thermometer to test for doneness) and it tastes smokey and sensational and can be eaten hot or warm or cold. 

 

HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: Oh, tomatoes! I cannot wait, CANNOT WAIT! For the good summer tomatoes. A tomato sandwich with white toast and mayo and arugula and tomatoes and crazy salt and I am transported. So delicious.

I also love sungold tiny tomatoes cut in half with a tiny slice of mozzarella and topped with fresh pesto.

Or–tomatoes again–capresed with exquisite balsamic drizzle and mozzarella.

Hamburgers cooked outside–yes! We have briquets, too, it is SO much better. 

And salmon grilled outside too, with grilled corn. 

Now I am absolutely drooling.

And you know–I always forget about watermelon. But it is so yummy!

 

RHYS BOWEN:  Summer to me means the farmers market. All that local produce, especially ripe peaches, plums, apricots. Oh, and strawberries. I am not married to a barbecue expert so we only use it if the kids come over but I do love barbecued chicken and shrimp. But a special treat is to pack a sandwich and fruit and take my lunch to a local beach. 

 

LUCY BURDETTE: What the others said–fresh corn on the cob from our favorite local farmer (I never buy grocery store corn out of season), fresh tomatoes, and blueberries. Later in the summer, the Connecticut peaches come in and I buy bushels of them. Here’s one more: a root beer float with sweet cream ice cream from Ashley’s. Oh yum, glad the grandkids will be here so I have a good excuse for that!

 

DEBORAH CROMBIE: This past week we’ve gone from “Oh, yay, I can grill,” to “Oh my God, somebody shoot me if I have to go back outside and it’s still ninety degrees at eight o’clock. That said, I will still grill. I make fabulous burgers with grass fed local beef from our town butcher shop. They also sell the most scrumptious chewy, dark molasses buns from a local bakery.  Tomatoes, however, in spite of the abundance at the farmer’s market, have been disappointing. 

 

But peaches and blueberries are in season here and they have been fabulous. The one thing that absolutely says SUMMER, though? Watermelon! I cart a quarter melon home from the market every Saturday!

JENN McKINLAY: Cherries and peaches mean summer to me. I recently found the absolute best cobbler recipe I have ever had so there’s been a lot of cobbler kicking off this summer season! It’s so hot here in AZ that we try to avoid using the oven and do most of the cooking outside (by we I mean the Hub), so it’s a lot of grilling or crockpotting until the temperatures drop. 

JULIA: What are your fave seasonal foods, dear readers? And are there any, like potato salad and Pimms, you ONLY have during the summertime?

 

 










Monday, July 3, 2023

Ready, Set, Summer!

JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: Unlike any other season, there are multiple starting points to “summer.” Because summer, more than any other of the four seasons, is a concept. It’s a verb, a vibe, a change in our lives. The astronomical start of summer is, of course, the solstice on June 21st. The tourism industry start of summer is Memorial Day weekend, when three days off work and school combine with (hopefully) good weather to encourage everyone to take a trip to the shore/coast/lake/mountains.




For any of us who have raised kids or worked in the school system, the next start of summer is the end of the school year. In the snowy Northeast, this is often right around the middle of June. I looked back at my calendars, and it consistently hit between June 13 and June 17 in our town.


But to me, the real start of summer is the beginning of July. In Maine, we’re finally getting warm enough weather to risk going places without an extra layer. I can leave the windows open all night, and I’ve gotten the fans down from the attic. In my family, this week was usually the first week at camp Bishopswood for one of our kids (we usually staggered them over the summer because they didn’t want to be part of a sibling set while there.) And of course for most of us, no matter where we live, the hallmarks of summer occur in July and August: sweet corn and amusement parks, trips to the beach and to the swimming pool, baseball and badminton. 


Reds, when does summer really start for you, and what are its hallmarks?


HALLIE EPHRON: Of course summer starts for me with food. Sweet corn, cherries, and local strawberries! Even though our local corn isn’t ripe for weeks and the cherries are from another coast. The end of the school year (no more bus-driven traffic jams in my town square)! And this year, going to Maine for July 4 to enjoy the fireworks over Casco Bay.



Meanwhile I’m staring at the air conditioner sitting on the floor of my office and figuring out who I’m going to cadge into helping me lift it into the window.

 

LUCY BURDETTE: It’s been the weirdest weather in New England–cool and cloudy. Actually, I am very grateful we don’t have a heat wave! My summer hallmarks, like Hallie’s, are mostly food. Tuna melts, cookouts, corn on the cob, strawberries in our garden, tomatoes!! This year our church has been given the honor of being the grand marshall in the July 4 parade. I think we are marching, and I *hope* the grandchildren will be marching with us. I try not to make too many plans when they visit, because they change and change:).


 

DEBORAH CROMBIE: By the time I left Dallas for London on Midsummer’s Day, I was already over it. We’d had a few weeks of weather bearable enough for grilling, the summer produce was in at the farmer’s market, but you knew the heat was coming, and it did. Followed me to London for the first few days, too, which were truly miserable, but now we have perfect English summer, with temps in the 70s. The British strawberries are everywhere and they are wonderful! Everyone is dining al fresco! I am not going to want to go home, where the rest of summer will just be a heat endurance test.


 

HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: Lucy, I just burst out laughing. I am so ..relieved and reassured. When are the kids coming? We honestly NEVER know, It’s already changed three times, seriously. How  I know summer is here is that our farm shares come, and it is SO great! Snap peas, and super fresh lettuce, and fantastic bread, and all kinds of amazing vegetables–broccolini, and spinach, and corn corn corn. (what do I do with garlic scapes, again?)  And tomatoes! Our SunGolds are on the way..they’re green now, but I know they will be here soon. If the rabbits eat them, I fear for the battle royale…they can have the hosta–just ask them–but our tomatoes are off limits. Ad the perennial question: Will I get into the pool this year?


JENN McKINLAY: Living in AZ, summer starts in mid-May when the temperatures spike into the 100’s (although we got lucky this year and it waited until mid-June). And it’s all about getting the heck outta here! When not on vacation at our summer place in Nova Scotia or beach time in San Diego, we spend time in our pool, waiting for the heat to pass. Summer ends in mid-Oct so we have a ways to go.  




RHYS BOWEN:  I am currently enjoying English summer in the wilds of Cornwall, with extremely spotty internet, hence my absence from Jungle Reds so much recently. We’ve had some glorious days, eating outside, light until ten o’clock. I think that spells summer for me— eating outside. I love picnics. I love sitting on a balmy evening watching lights come on in the valley. Usually summer starts early in California but it’s been a weird year, cooler in CA than in London. When I get home I’ll look forward to farmers markets and fresh fruit.


 

JULIA: How about you, dear readers? What defines the start of summer for you? 


 

Images  by velk1976,  David Mark,  Jill Wellington,  -Rita-👩‍🍳 und 📷 mit ❤,  Engin Akyurt and Walter Bichler, all from Pixabay.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Some some summertime...

Congratulations to Lisa Alber, winner of Elizabeth Lyon's SUBTEXT. And thanks to everyone for a great day yesterday! (Lisa, email me with your choice, print or e-book... "hallie" at hallieephron dot com.

HALLIE EPHRON: Last week Julia started a discussion of camps and camping, which got me thinking about favorite books about camp. Mine: HOLES, Louis Sachar's hilarious book about Camp Green Lake (it's not green, and there's ain't no water.)

In it, poor Stanley Yelnats (Yelnats, by the way, is Stanley backwards) is unfairly accused of stealing the smelly used sneakers of baseball great Clyde Livings (actually they fell from the sky and landed on his head). He's sent to Camp Green to serve out an 18-month sentence. Stanley and his fellow inmates are roused before dawn each day to dig holes in the dry flat lake bed. Only Warden seems to know what they're looking for. It's hilarious, and the jigsaw puzzle pieces of plot fit together almost miraculously at the end.


Here's the opening lines:
Stanley Yelnats was the only passenger on the bus, not counting the driver or the guard. The guard sat next to the driver with his seat turned around facing Stanley. A rifle lay across his lap.
My favorite camp movie? Dirty Dancing. Was Patrick Swayze hot or what? We all wanted to be "Baby."

Favorite song? Hello Mudda, hello Fadda...

What are your favorite summer camp books, movies, songs... foods even?


DEBORAH CROMBIE:
Favorite camp movie? The Parent Trap. Dirty Dancing comes in second. Songs? Summer in the City by the Lovin' Spoonful. Beach Boys, of course. And the Stones.

Summer foods? Texas peaches. Texas tomatoes. Texas blueberries. Fresh figs. Oh, and when I was a kid we used to pick blackberries off the vines that grew on the creek bank behind our house.  Heaven--unless you got into the poison ivy...

RHYS BOWEN: Oh Debs, I loved the Parent Trap. Let's get together, yay yay yay.

And I thought the movie of Holes was brilliant too.

Favorite summer books are ones that have a great sense of place but don't require too much concentration. Currently re-reading Mary Stewart's This Rough Magic as it's set in Corfu and I've just returned from Greece.

Summer foods? A picnic on a headland with blue water below me, a baguette, French cheeses, ripe peaches, maybe cold barbecued chicken, or oysters, or cold spiced shrimp--you can tell I'm writing this just before dinner and I'm hungry, can't you?

DEBS: Rhys, This Rough Magic and My Brother Michael. Perfect summer books. And I want your picnic...

ROSEMARY HARRIS: I've always loved A Summer Song by Chad and Jeremy - that'll date me! Hot Fun in the Summertime by Sly and the Family Stone. A Summer Place (when I finally saw the movie I thought it was preposterous, but I still like the sappy music.)

And is there anything better than Summertime (and the livin' is easy)? For a lark I once made a tape of all the different versions I had of that one song. Lots.

Can't think of any summer books though.

HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: Oh, camp books...Marjorie Morningstar, of course! And On the Beach. (OK, that's a joke.)  Oh, and the Horsemasters on Mickey Mouse Club. (Talk about being dated!)

Music: Do you know the Basia song--I thnk it's called Time and Tide? And Girl from Ipanema. SO summery to me.. And the Beach Boys Imagination. It's perfect!

And my grandson Elijah and I were JUST discussing HOLES last night! He loves it! I don't. And there you have it.

Summer food? Lobster. Gin and tonic. Prosecco. Prosciutto and melon.

LUCY BURDETTE: I would have done anything to be "Baby" to Patrick Swayze in DIRTY DANCING. The wonderful way that movie built the tension as she learned to dance--"Nobody puts Baby in a corner!"

Now that is reminding me of the dancing in SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK, which I also loved Hallie. Learning to dance with a hot instructor--can't beat that!

"Under the Boardwalk" and "See you in September" for songs...

Corn on the cob and blueberries for food...

HALLIE EPHRON: What are your favorite books that evoke summer -- camp songs? movies? Can't believe no one mentioned barbecued steak. Mmmm.