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I think the extraordinary summer heat in South Texas has finally baked Ziggy’s brain. For the most part, he seems to be normal. He still snores when he naps. He still farts after he eats. He still tries to lick my feet as if they’re covered in melted cheese. He still snuggles up next to me on the sofa. Yup, he seems pretty normal except for one thing. He L-O-V-E-S to go outside during the hottest part of the day and lay on the concrete patio. What is he thinking?!?The Complete Package took our instant read thermometer out there to test how hot the concrete is in the late afternoon. It came back at 115F. I’m pretty sure you could smoke a brisket out there. Hmmm…brisket…oak chips in the pantry…weekend coming up…I think a plan is forming. Sorry, Ziggy. Mommy got distracted. Don’t you want to come back inside where there’s air conditioning and your favorite rug under the ceiling fan? No? Are you sure? What if I got you some ice cream? Yeah, I thought that would get your attention.
I love summer because I love farmer’s markets. I love and respect people who grow fresh veggies. There’s a magical place south of Houston in a town called Manvel. It’s known as Froberg Farms, and they are the reason I look forward to summer every year. Trust me when I say that summers in south Texas leave little to love. It gets really hot here, and oppressively humid. Imagine New Orleans or Malaysia but with bigger mosquitos. But I digress… I love the summer season because it and Froberg Farms provide me with my favorite meal of all time.I call it “Fruit Stand Blow-Out” and it consists of whatever I can find that’s at its peak. Here’s how it went down last night:
Fried okra – lightly dusted with flour, salt and pepper; simple is better here
Yellow squash with Vidalia onions – sauteed with butter, salt and pepper
Green beans with new potatoes – slow cooked with bacon and onion
Roma tomatoes – cold from the fridge and dusted with Nature’s Season Salt
If I’m ever incarcerated and asked to proclaim my wishes for my final meal, this is it. Only fresh corn on the cob could make this meal any better. Thank you summer and Froberg family for my favorite meal of the season. I wouldn’t change a thing. Oh, wait. Yes, I would. I’d have dessert!
The rate of speed from which he went from scared water weary toddler to mind-blowing aggressive barracuna (his term) was nothing short of remarkable. My baby’s baby is a swimmer! A cutie-patootie holding his breath and crossing the pool underwater swimmer. I’m telling you, either my sweet Jonah Bear is the smartest kid in the world, or Kaki is the best swim teacher in the world, or both. I’m voting for both.
PS – Special thanks to my friend Sheriee and her husband Vern for allowing us to use their pool all week. Your generosity is greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy the mile-high apple pie! And a warm thanks to my other friend, Pat, who came out for show-off day to watch Jonah swim just because she’s nice like that.