June = bliss. Summer, strawberries, flip flops, and best of all — no school. Not that I’m not dedicated to the cause and everything, but there’s only so much time I’m willing to sit in classrooms with people talking in circles about theory and refusing to give up a point or a million for fear of being “wrong.” Grad students are something else. I’ll be thrilled when my coursework is over forever, but summer is enough of a taste. A break. How profound am I, right now?

Cooking comes with summer. So far I’ve been firing up the oven, baking my entire house, and trying out all of these sweet new dishes I wouldn’t have the time or the patience to make during the year. If anyone was reading this, I’d take pictures and show off. Ah, well. Also –

blippity bloppity blam,

nothing says loving like a graham

cracker swimming in the sand.

I don’t have to make sense. Summer + no audience = brain: off.