It’s the middle of July here in the flatlands. Much to my surprise, we’re eating supper on the screened porch almost every evening. The summer heat and humidity are not as unrelenting as I thought I remembered them to be.
Last night was a platter of mostly veggies: baked sweet potato, a duo of fresh speckled butter beans and crowder peas, okra sliced and cooked with stewed tomatoes, a chunk of ham, collard greens with hot pepper sauce, white turnip root disks simmered in a little water with a lump of butter and a dusting of nutmeg grated over them, and thick slices of cornbread made with creamed corn in a cast iron skillet. Southern penicillin!
Tonight, I grill/smoked a whole chicken. We had eaten a big salad for lunch, so just ate chicken and a baked potato for supper. After dinner, Buck, Maggie and I took a walk in the fragrant evening air.
I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.