August … already the light is subtly changing and the afternoon shadows sneak into the kitchen a little bit earlier each evening. I haven’t been spending much time in the kitchen cooking but have been taking advantage of our incredible summer days outside cutting brush and digging out stumps in my never ending quest to reclaim our back hill. Of course New England weather is much like that little girl in Henry Wadsworth Poem – There Was a Little Girl:
“When she was good, she was very, very good
and when she was bad, she was horrid”
Needless to say we’ve had the entire range of hot, humid days where breathing feels like sucking air through a wet towel; chilly, rainy (even tornado warnings) downpours, and then what we always dream of around January – The Perfect Day.
We’ve had enough sun and rain for my blackberry patch – at least enough for us and plenty to share with the birds:
My daughter and I spent a weekend in New York City on a mission to find the perfect wedding gown for her August, 2015 wedding. After finding that perfect gown, we celebrated at Nino’s and we each had their special of braised short ribs over pasta. It was so good that I had to try to re-create it when I got home. I think I really nailed this one and decided to braise the short ribs in the crock pot until the meat just fell off the bones. I’ll share the recipe in another post, but in the meantime, have a look at these ribs simmering away in wine with rosemary and oregano:
In addition to pre-wedding planning, Niki and her fiancé have had an offer accepted on a gorgeous home in Boston. They won’t be moving for a while but in the meantime I’m trying to sort through the boxes of “stuff” that’s been parked at my house. In exchange for the use of my space, I’ve pilfered this adorable cupcake tree. As I said, we’ve had some beautiful weather which is why there are no cupcakes on the stand – but please feel free to send some my way…Mandy? Butter, Sugar, Flowers?
Finally, patiently waiting for us to finish singing Happy Birthday is Lola, our 9 year old Bernese Mountain Dog, drooling, waiting for her birthday hotdogs. I know it’s hard to tell and I didn’t go a great job of making those hot dogs in the shape of a “9”, but she didn’t mind what shape they were in as they disappeared in a matter of seconds – chewing in not something Lola ever learned:
Thanks for stopping by my kitchen this month and again, thank you to Celia for hosting this monthly peek into everyone’s kitchens. Please swing by to see what she’s up to at Fig Jam and Lime Cordial. Also, be sure to enjoy the list of contributors who share their what’s happening in their kitchens.