Mornings are fine, lovely, actually. It’s been cool and a little misty, and a blanket feels pretty good when you first wake up. Then, as long as we keep doors and curtains closed, and nobody turns on a fan or cooks anything, the inside of the house stays pretty comfortable, if dark. But starting about 4 p.m., and continuing through supper, it’s awful. Really, really hot and sort of steamy feeling, which is also a good description of my mental state at that point. Clothes are limp and damp, the back of your neck is dripping, and it feels hard to just take a breath. Bleh!
There are some things that counteract these dog day afternoons. Thunderstorms are the very best, and are to be fervently hoped for. Taking a shower with Dr. Bronner’s peppermint soap is very, very good. Clean, white line-dried sheets (ironed is the best). Quart jars of iced jasmine green tea. Ice cream for supper.
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Now playing: Atlanta Rhythm Section – Dog Days
via FoxyTunes

DH has been a berry-picking fool. We’ve started a mixed berry wine in addition to the previous batch of blackberry, which yesterday I transferred to a carboy. The kitchen is redolent with the smells of fruit and fermentation.
Oh—the mixed berries are: more blackberries from the D*’s farm, the last of the blueberries from our bushes (the last of many gallons), chokecherries, and elderberries (both wild). I think this should be a good batch.

Bernard likes to help in the kitchen, especially when okra is on the menu.


This was actually yesterday in the kitchen—I just never could get this post done last night!
DH went to the D*’s farm night before last and picked almost 30 pounds of their wonderful organic Triple Crown thornless blackberries (I know—it almost seems like cheating!) The next morning I picked through them a bit and then mashed them and covered them with boiling water. Today, now that they’ve cooled I’ll add a packet of champagne yeast, let the whole mess ferment for a few days, and then strain it onto about 7 1/2 pounds of sugar, at which point it’ll go into a glass carboy with a towel clothespinned around it (so it’ll keep its gorgeous color) and a fermentation lock on top. Then some cold day this fall or winter, DH will bottle it—a huge production that I try to avoid at all costs.
Also on the kitchen list: a batch of bread, and a summer supper of pasta with homemade pesto, a salad studded with Sungold and Sprite cherry tomatoes (all from the garden) and a blueberry and white peach cobbler.