August 30, 2012 § 2 Comments
This may be anathema to some who prefer cloudless days spent floating on the rippled surface of a lake or ocean, but one of the most joyous sounds is rain, especially in the South where the threat of drought is ever-present. It’s no mistake that the word rough hides in the middle of that word.
I appreciate summer showers in their many forms: the pitter patter, the galloping of cats and dogs, the thick drops that remind me of that scene in Honey, I Shrunk the Kids when the sprinkler switches on. I’ve danced in the rain to celebrate its return after weeks of absence. As kids, my brother and I didn’t cease our fort-building or swimming for the rain, unless there was lightening. True, the rain often spoils our outdoor plans, soaks our jeans, makes our hair frizz, but in the heat of summer I try to receive it gladly. (Even on the weekends.) Ripe tomatoes, peaches and blueberries need it too, and I’m happier the bigger and juicier they become.
The rain brings with it at least the illusion of cooling off and the welcome shade of clouds that gang up on the sun for at least an afternoon. It stills the dust and quiets the crunch of scorched grasses underfoot, replacing a blistering sky with a cool, smooth piece of glass. If the sun shouts, assaulting the senses, then the rain hums and whispers, enveloping in an entrancing quiet.
August 25, 2012 § Leave a comment
Like thinking of a snappy comeback days after someone’s zinged you with an insult, it took us until today to think of exactly what we had to do. Doughnuts. Of course. Turns out, the internet is full of suggestions (as always) on how to make doughnuts from pizza dough. I found what we needed by combining the tips in a food network recipe with the instructions for assembly and filling recipe at Dessert First Girl. With a little boiling-hot oil anxiety, we sallied forth and achieved our very own doughnut-esque fried blobs. Which we rolled in cinnamon and sugar before tearing into.
Moans and sighs ensued, and our kitchen still smells deliciously like a cross between a Krispy Kreme and a county fair (just the funnel cake making area).