This feeling sets in around this time of year. When leaves are
decidedly green, temperatures warm up and outdoor lunches become requisite. I'm
looking forward to Idaho. Through my childhood we visited my father's home state for a week every August, and even now I associate the wild, adventurous Rockies with summer. The smell of warm pine drifting through screen
doors, the gentle lapping of waves, the revving of boat engines. Driving into
the town of McCall on highway 55, those of us in the backseat never fail to
peep over the front seats in a race to see the lake first. We all have two
life-determining questions on our minds - how cold will the water be this year
(a chilly 59 degrees or maybe last year's luxurious 70?), and what's for
dinner.
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| Homemade Jams from Volcanic Farms |
This is a time to come together as a family, but also
a time to pack a few friends into our family home on the water. Friends who
have long known about Idaho's undiscovered charm as well as friends who have
yet to find out. Naturally hosting a bunch of kids, teenagers, adults
and grandparents leads to the ever-important question/dilemma of what to cook. Does everyone like fish? Who's going to shuck the corn? Should
we really have steak three nights in a row? Our lunches are kept as a last bastion of
simple summer cooking, with a variety of salads (some favorites include a
cabbage, pancetta and pea slaw as well as a watermelon, feta and basil salad),
cheeses, charcuterie and fruits. Dinner, though, gets a little more involved and is
usually the source of much debate as soon as lunch's dishes are washed.
Luckily, we have a few close friends who always help make these meals
memorable, providing much-needed inspiration and assistance. For instance, this
summer's suppers included lamb riviera (grilled chops served on a slice of
grilled eggplant with sautéed spinach, tomatoes and olives) and paella
cooked entirely over the barbecue. I even tried my hand at making veggie burgers
using this recipe, though
I must declare I'll need a bit more practice before I can convince my dad to
give up his beef patty just for once.
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| Last Summer's Peanut Cole Slaw |
At the end of the week we tackle the long drive home with
freckles and a tan, probably all a bit heavier. For some of us more vacation
adventures await, while those less fortunate head back to work. But one thing
is for certain - we truly celebrated the summer season.