Posts tagged ‘Summer’

Peaches: Shit, I Miss Summer

After spending February in LA and Argentina, I’d gotten used to living in the lap of luxury. Plums, nectarines, fresh squeezed OJ, and yes, peaches, were in plentiful supply. Always there for me when I needed a delicious friend. Offering a fuzzy, sweet hand.

I remembered landing from Buenos Aires at JFK during a snowstorm, the ice crystals whizzing past my window in silver streaks. “Welcome back, Olivia” They seemed to say. “We are bent on making you feel as chilly as possible: emotionally, and gastronomically.”  The next couple of days, I had the repeated problem where I would pad to the kitchen in my cozy apartment only to give a surprised yell. My roommates would come rushing in to see what’s wrong, and there I’d be lying on the floor, mumbling about a lack of stone fruits and why is the windowpane so cold?

Just a couple of months left, right? I can do this. I am counting down the days until the lifeguard of my neighborhood pool blows his memorial-day whistle and I can call open-season on the greenmarket produce. Until then, here are some of the things I miss about summer. Badly.



March 11, 2009 at 11:13 am 1 comment

How To: Pick a Crab (The Ones From The Ocean)

It’s summer! If you’re from Maryland or the general Delmarva region, you know that summer means steamed crabs and more Old Bay than you can shake a stick at. As a Baltimorean, I keep Old Bay on hand year-round, and never leave the country without it. For those of you who aren’t familiar with Old Bay, head to your local grocery and pick up a tin yellow box of the most amazing spice mix ever, sent directly from heaven, to be used mainly on dead crustaceans (but also good on just about anything). And here follows instructions for anyone who has not had the pleasure of personally cracking open their own seafood, namely steamed crabs, and scooping out the disgusting innards to get at those delicious, delicious meats.

You will need: a sturdy butter knife, a wooden mallet (should come with the crabs), newspaper or brown paper to cover your table and avoid mess, a cold drink, lots of napkins or paper towels.


June 25, 2008 at 5:18 pm 4 comments


So it seems like summer should be a care-free time to lay in the sun, hit amusement parks, and swim at the beach. Or that’s how I remember it, as a kid with nothing to do during that break from school and no financial worries or responsibilities (or even knowledge of what the word “financial” meant.) But now we’re all grown up, and “summer = freedom” does not compute, because summer is expensive as shit, and here are some reasons why.

1) Air conditioning. Yeah, energy prices are up, up, up, but I’m not going to talk about this or dwell on it because it’s as boring as it is depressing. And there’s not a damn thing we can do about it, unless you want to sit in your apartment with a palm leaf, fanning yourself and still sweating like a pig. I’m dreading my Con Ed bill like that pelvic exam I still have not scheduled.

2) Laundry. Washing clothes in Manhattan ain’t cheap, since almost no one has their own washer and dryer (shut up Olivia.) It’s hot as hell outside, and that means, more sweating. And I may be broke, but not broke enough to walk around smelling like a stanky pit. I refuse to wear a shirt more than once after I’ve sweated in it, that’s just a rule. Pit stains are never in fashion, right Carrie and Miranda?!

3) Waxing/Shaving. Summer’s warm weather means more skin ladies, and shaving a lot more often than we did in winter (costly because you have to buy shaving gel/cream, and blades, which are kind of expensive). And this is the time of year to say hello to waxing, anything and everything, that might ever possibly become visible in a bikini. Adventurous gals may also be dropping cash on some exciting Betty pube dye. (Almost as scary as that Con Ed bill.)


June 13, 2008 at 3:29 pm 4 comments

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