i must admit, a day or two ago, i drank wayway too much wayway too early and ended up eating popeye’s for dinner. and it was divine. i think. you know that heart clogging stink that you can’t help but smell whenever you’re near a mcdonalds? well popeyes has the same one, and somehow this stink pulls me in. i’m definitely a lover of some gross food. my neighbourhood is all about bbq smells in the summer. even sitting here, i can smell bbq chicken floating over the fence. on weekends you can’t avoid the smell of grilling sardines. bike through the alleys around here and follow the billowing smoke, and you’ll see groups of men drinking beer, standing around enourmous and ghetto bbqs cooking for a clan.
the great thing about summer is usually all you want to do is drink beer, and eat all the seasonal fruit and veg you can. my fridge is currently holding watermelon, blackberries, blueberries, strawberries AND cherries… i love summer!
dinner the other night was some pan roasted pickerel over succotash made of fresh corn, yellow zucchini, peas, heirloom cherry tomatoes, chives, a gross or delicious (i cant decide) amount of pancetta, and a drizzle of olive oil. this is gonna be the summer of seafood.