When peach season fired up last month, Hannah and I made a pilgrimage to the nearby Battleview Orchards to load up.
So I’ve been on a total Laurie R. King kick lately, working through audio books of the 7th and 8th Mary Russell novels. I love these books enough that when I get to the end of the series I may very well start over. They are perfectly English in all the best ways, witty mysteries with eccentrics, glorious details, tons of wit (my mentor Dee recommended them when I was in grad school). They are absolutely perfect during the chilly months of the year, but when we had our little cold snap here the past week or two (it dropped into the 60s!) I kind of had a hankering for them.
However, since most of my listening happens in the car with a certain toddler present, she has been voicing her own opinion about what we listen to. Loudly. And her opinion is that it’s too hot for intellectual genre fiction. She wants beach tunes, with the occasional song thrown in just to up her street cred.
These are the songs that keep her from yelling at me in the car, from her Spotify playlist.
Raspberry Muffins. I made these last September (I had to check the date on the photo for that one), just swapping blue for rasp in my favorite muffin recipe. And I’ve been thinking about them all night.
So far this year I have been failing miserably with the fruit picking. I didn’t do anything at all for strawberry season, I made one sour cherry pie for July 4th (which was awesome), but my attempts at another magnificent sweet cherry pie with this year’s offerings crashed and burned. I haven’t been able to face blackberries this year after last year’s ill-advised decision not to go seedless with my jam (it lost me a jam competition and almost led to some costly dental work, but life is a learning curve). I now realize it is July 21st, and according to my trusty Pick Your Own calendar, it is the last day of regular raspberry season.
How did this happen?!
I had plans for raspberries this year. Jams, tarts, more muffins made with fresh rather than frozen berries this time. I haven’t even seen any fresh, local raspberries in the farm markets around here, and my usual spot for black raspberries seems to have completely disappeared over the winter (a Sandy casualty maybe?). Now I might miss all of that completely since I’ve never actually seen a local fall bearing raspberry.
I’ve got some research to do to find out if I’ve really dropped the ball on another fruit. I better not mess up the blueberries. Otherwise all my hopes and dreams are resting on peaches this summer. And they don’t make Sunday muffins this delicious.
I loved today. Such a great summer day, and a great unwind after some stressful work times. Tuesday is my last day of work, so I’ve been closing up the library, saying my goodbyes, packing up and hauling home all of my personal work stuff. That has occupied a lot of my thoughts the past week, so today was a really nice respite. At this point I am mentally done and gone, I just need the days to physically end.
Hannah had her last Saturday morning baby swim class today (it is as adorable and fun as it sounds). Then we stopped at a flea market (meh), and she had a giant nap at the nail salon while I got a mani/pedi. She woke up and played with my phone, staring lovingly at a picture of my mom and then holding the phone to her ear to try and talk to her (she was a HUGE hit with all the ladies). We swung home to pick up Adam, headed to Jersey Shore BBQ in Belmar for lunch, checked out the rebuilt boardwalk, and made a detour to Battleview Orchards on the way home for the very first day of sour cherry season. Score! My family’s coming over tomorrow so Adam can try out his new grill, I might make a pie.