The phone rang during my cool-down period after my stint in the barn, aka the sauna. "Hi, are you going to be around for awhile?" "Yes, Cam, I am." Shortly, Cam and Honey arrived bearing gifts. The main reason for the visit was to listen to a comedy radio show (the name of which totally escapes me) that she likes on Sunday mornings and wanted me to hear. Prepared, she'd brought a little portable radio that she turned on while laying out a slab of smoked salmon and crackers. Somewhat hesitant to try eating squash blossoms the first time, they'd evidently made a hit with Cam because she also brought a bowl of flowers for me to saute and show her how to make the batter. Talk about a sumptuous brunch! I've had the pleasure of sharing the salmon with Cam before and it is decadent. The show was so funny that I nearly sprayed the kitchen with cracker crumbs while laughing. We agreed it might be a good idea to make this a frequent ritual.
Days of heat had robbed me of my appetite. Dinner, if it could be called that, had been consisting of a bowl of cereal or, worse, peanut butter and a spoon. With a slight but noticeable drop in temperature, last night I put a couple of spareribs in the oven and made warm German potato salad, tart-sweet with plenty of smoky bacon and onions. Potato salad, either traditional or German style, has always been a big favorite in my family. In years past, it was nothing to make salad with five or ten pounds of potatoes, and on one occasion, twenty pounds. I wasn't sure how last night's effort would turn out, using only three dinky spuds, but I made it happen!
It was such a good day.