If I don't focus on summer then summer has a tendency of passing me by. I wanted to plan one trip out of town before Easter but I've been too busy.
One aspect of summer that I like is the food, like corn on the cob. Our yard has a bunch of fruit trees and I planted two kinds of raspberries. We bought angel food cake, strawberries and whipped cream. This morning I cut up a canteloupe. There was an awful lot of green in the bowl when I finished so I'm not sure I did a good job. But I really don't like to waste the good stuff by not cutting it close enough to the rind. And watermelon throws me off because I think watermelon is too drippy and mushy in the middle so I like the stuff by the rind the best. I think that is why I cut the canteloupe that way.
One time I went to a concert in Steamboat Springs, Colorado with Sculpin and his fiance. When we woke up in his family's cabin, the first thing his soon-to-be-wife said was, "Do you like canteloupe, Emmett? Because I had a dream that you didn't like it." And she waited for an answer and I got the feeling that if I said I DIDN'T like canteloupe then things would never be the same between us again. Luckily, I like canteloupe a lot.
After I cut the canteloupe this morning, my daughter kept asking for more and more. I told her, "You'd better slow down. If you eat too much fruit it will give you diarreah." She said, "You're teasing me. Stop teasing me." I said, "No, I'm serious, it's not April Fools Day anymore. If you eat too much fruit it can give you diarreah. That's just what happens." She doesn't want to believe me because how could such a horrible thing be true?
Aside: When we woke up on April 1, my wife and I went to our oldest son and told him, "Get up! Get dressed! All kids have to go to school on April Fools Day!" He was tired and he almost started crying, "But it's SUNDAY. I don't want to go to school."
Then I told him that April Fools Day is the day that you go around lying to everyone and as soon as you're done lying you just say, "April Fools!" He caught on pretty fast. It was only a few minutes before he went up to his mother and said, "Mom, you have a big fat butt!" And before her face could completely fall as though her heart had just been diced like so much canteloupe, he yelled, "April Fools!"
I guess I don't really have too much more to say about food, but once the squash grows and our salsa garden is productive we will invite everyone over for a barbecue.