During the cold winter months, we make homemade pizza almost every Sunday evening. This time of year, however, the heat of summer generally keeps us from cranking up the oven to the necessary 550 degrees Fahrenheit. Of course, there’s an exception to every rule, and the surplus of ripe, miniature tomatoes at the farmers market these days triggers the exception to our No-Homemade-Pizza-in-Summer rule. Fresh mozzarella, sharp garlic, sweet onion, and minty basil are almost mystical compliments to the sweet and savory little tomatoes. But, please, hold the sauce. With tomatoes like these, sauce would only interfere with the magic.
The passing of Labor Day marks the unofficial end of summer. And though that means that most of us will have to wait until 2015 for our next day at the beach, picnic in the park, or weekend away at the lake, the news is not all bad. The farmers markets are still filled with summer fruits and vegetables, and it only takes a knife and a blender to turn tomatillos into salsa and cantaloupe into juice. With flavors and colors like those, summer isn’t over yet!
I really don’t have anything to say about the barbecued chicken, corn on the cob, watermelon, and Southern Tier beer in this photo. As typical summer picnic food, I think it speaks for itself. For those of you who can’t hear it, I’m pretty sure it’s whispering, “Enjoy me now. The season is passing far too quickly!”