Sep. 12, 2013 6:32 am
Updated: Sep. 16, 2013 6:10 pm
We have really distinctive seasons here in the heart of the Midwest. During a typical year, we fully experience spring, summer, fall and winter, in all of their extreme glory. While I don't have many picky eaters in my crowd, I do have a husband with
stern ideas about seasonal food. In my house, chili is only enjoyed on days when there is a nip in the air and salad is only refreshing during the times of year when chili should not be consumed. Egg salad is for summer picnics and soup is only needed when
it's cold outside. I love this man dearly, he's my heart and soul, but my taste buds want what they want, regardless of the temperature outside or what sport is airing on ESPN.
So, I sit here today, mourning the fact that we're having an unusually long summer here in Kansas, where it's still hitting 90 degrees during the day. I'm ready for big pots of navy beans, ham and cornbread. My soul needs chili and hearty soups and stews
with crusty loaves of homemade bread.
Summer, I love ya, but you really need to take a hike!