tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post8767911341736655696..comments2024-02-15T12:47:17.980-05:00Comments on Small Measure: Small Measure Can-Do Contestashley englishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13762972337222302012noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-15904679575328245002009-07-20T12:32:09.200-04:002009-07-20T12:32:09.200-04:00Bright taste of summer peaches that we picked ours...Bright taste of summer peaches that we picked ourselves, while discovering a wild patch of mint growing by a near by stream.<br /><br />email: angelazukowski (AT) gmail.comAngelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09503491929196610222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-13734216800176732722009-07-17T12:22:15.679-04:002009-07-17T12:22:15.679-04:00old creaky and rusty red swingset a bowl of sugar ...old creaky and rusty red swingset a bowl of sugar and a salk of rubarb! yum.bltierneyhttp://www.thegreeneryri.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-36688646723333598212009-07-17T00:09:56.643-04:002009-07-17T00:09:56.643-04:00My parents used to send me to suburban Israel ever...My parents used to send me to suburban Israel every summer to stay with my grandparents. I think they were really just sending me abroad to fatten me up. I remember playing in a kiddie pool on my grandmother's terrace, while she made her special Russian/Georgian meat pies that she had lured my father's taste buds with and assumed would win me over as well. At the time, however, all I marinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16771713105738919113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-49601321604321799692009-07-16T13:42:10.785-04:002009-07-16T13:42:10.785-04:00Just picked corn on the cob!
rositatony at yaho...Just picked corn on the cob! <br /><br />rositatony at yahoo.comRositanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-44243611570609391692009-07-16T13:38:10.512-04:002009-07-16T13:38:10.512-04:00Squash blossoms. Picked that morning by my grandm...Squash blossoms. Picked that morning by my grandmother and fried for dinner. And along the way, we'd pick fresh peas and eat them right there in the garden.<br /><br />pmariani21 at yahoo dotcomPatricianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-15485744558113531282009-07-16T13:12:17.728-04:002009-07-16T13:12:17.728-04:00sifting through piles of cherries trying to find t...sifting through piles of cherries trying to find the 'twins' and then wearing them like earrings while eating the rest!<br /><br />susanna <br /><br />susannafry@yahoo.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-34353832503674387312009-07-16T11:22:26.474-04:002009-07-16T11:22:26.474-04:00It would have to be either sitting on the neighbor...It would have to be either sitting on the neighbor's porch, after a ride on the tractor, husking corn to roast on the grill... or the long, hot days with friends in rural Germany, climbing tree limbs out to the edge to pick cherries, and laboring over strawberry plants low to the ground to fill aluminum pails with their squishy goodness. <br /><br /><br />arendtian@gmail.comc.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09457652209978129767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-25089940688480671412009-07-15T18:21:06.019-04:002009-07-15T18:21:06.019-04:00at my grandmother's house when i was 10. i as...at my grandmother's house when i was 10. i asked what was for dinner and she said, "Let's go in the garden and see." we had sweet corn, a bibb lettuce salad and baked sweet potatoes and homemade ice cream.<br />ingrid<br />ihu@cbsnews.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-66148882208676219342009-07-15T00:19:09.578-04:002009-07-15T00:19:09.578-04:00Boysenberry picking...early morning....under the b...Boysenberry picking...early morning....under the briar, crouched against the cool earth...sound of the soft wind in the eucalyptus trees. And all these smells, rolled into one...berrys, earth, eucalyptus, summer.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-30034141706352902492009-07-14T23:11:31.471-04:002009-07-14T23:11:31.471-04:00a july afternoon, just a bowl of tiny strawberries...a july afternoon, just a bowl of tiny strawberries and a jar of goats milk in a sun-filled meadow<br /><br />thanks!<br /><br />http://www.waulkinghymn.blogspot.com<br />alexaraehotz@yahoo.comAlexahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04335607850037931827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-31201745835501420102009-07-14T19:23:33.400-04:002009-07-14T19:23:33.400-04:00When I was younger, everyday was spent outside wit...When I was younger, everyday was spent outside with friends. We'd eat juicy peaches, and I'd wait for my mom's sun tea to be ready for dinner.<br /><br />Sarah<br />therobinson4 at aol dot comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-6055501634831065672009-07-14T17:59:11.175-04:002009-07-14T17:59:11.175-04:00An iron skillet filled with hot blackberry cornmea...An iron skillet filled with hot blackberry cornmeal cake topped with Bluebell's Homemade Vanilla ice cream melting down into the cracks of the cake. Summer perfection.<br /><br />michele_spano@yahoo.comUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14910940514325545602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-36910846563836067062009-07-14T14:13:31.293-04:002009-07-14T14:13:31.293-04:00As a child I loved picking the raspberries in my g...As a child I loved picking the raspberries in my grandparents' garden. They had so many more varieties than you find in the store: Amethyst, Brandywine, Black Hawk, and the reds, whose names I don't remember. This will be a good reminder to ask my grandparents. I was so torn between competing to see if I could pick more berries than my mother and grandmother, or just to eat them straight clshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07771163583352749608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-19601200536056104612009-07-14T11:02:41.141-04:002009-07-14T11:02:41.141-04:00I remember my brother and I sneaking down to my gr...I remember my brother and I sneaking down to my grandfathers garden at night when we were supposed to be camping out in the back yard and eating the corn right of the stalk. It was the best corn I have ever eaten!Marcia Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16648330198453595423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-84711847370452699062009-07-14T09:46:52.023-04:002009-07-14T09:46:52.023-04:00Mm, both are in Williamstown, MA where I went to c...Mm, both are in Williamstown, MA where I went to college and worked during the summers in between. One was picking and eating raspberries superwarm from the sun for the first time in between biking from job to job. I'd never done it before, growing up in suburban NJ - just picking things off the thing it grew from and eating it. 2nd was taking leftovers from a dishwashing job at a lovely The Hidden Libraryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14196890571511962259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-68877120092375524602009-07-14T08:24:50.744-04:002009-07-14T08:24:50.744-04:00Granada, Nicaragua. Aunt's house, waiting to r...Granada, Nicaragua. Aunt's house, waiting to ride horses to the annual Tope. Eating "raspado"--shaved ice with a dulce de leche-style topping. The best!Gabrielanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-62662368153388168142009-07-14T01:05:53.499-04:002009-07-14T01:05:53.499-04:00Camping with my family in the Smoky Mountains- we&...Camping with my family in the Smoky Mountains- we'd make all of the Girl Scout standards like s'mores and baked potatoes over the fire!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17038297508010277141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-64348746140902543402009-07-14T01:00:33.964-04:002009-07-14T01:00:33.964-04:00My favorite summer food memory comes from when I w...My favorite summer food memory comes from when I was a kid and we lived in Eugene, Oregon for a couple of years. Every summer, the blackberry vines would just be bursting with fruit - so my brother, step-dad and I would all go rent a canoe and paddle up and down what I think was part of the Willamette River. We'd fill up a couple of bags of blackberries and then come back and turn them into nole @ oh so beautiful paperhttp://beautifulpaper.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-87997177396890357422009-07-13T20:31:14.041-04:002009-07-13T20:31:14.041-04:00Sounds weird, but my mom always fixed us cottage c...Sounds weird, but my mom always fixed us cottage cheese, watermelon, and avocado. It's awesome on a hot day, sitting on the front stoop...Mousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12997875522614810785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-83263598113074258082009-07-13T19:44:16.510-04:002009-07-13T19:44:16.510-04:00my birthday is in late summer, so i always had an ...my birthday is in late summer, so i always had an outdoor birthday party as a kid. i loved the grilled corn on the cob. and endless hours of playing on the swingset in my parents' backyard.kimbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02281708278612528782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-64132232083206355272009-07-13T16:43:03.697-04:002009-07-13T16:43:03.697-04:00my favorite summer food memory is basil egg salad ...my favorite summer food memory is basil egg salad on olive bread with pickled red onions, potato chips and a cold beer. all of this enjoyed on a camping trip in oregon with my foxy husband. feet in a cold river, an enormous stack of magazines by my side and an impossibly long weekend away from my (then) loathsome job.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-73329034789406610732009-07-13T16:32:58.661-04:002009-07-13T16:32:58.661-04:00My favorite summer food memory isn't a specifi...My favorite summer food memory isn't a specific day, but every summer as a child meant that it was time for freeze pops: http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&q=freeze%20pops&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wi <br /><br />These simple treats still invoke summer for me with their bright colors and different flavors.<br /><br />the_peon_queen[at]yahoo[dot]comEmilynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-27753892535031737912009-07-13T14:16:26.149-04:002009-07-13T14:16:26.149-04:00The memory is the summer I spent with my grandmoth...The memory is the summer I spent with my grandmother in the 70's.Its eatings red peaches, sucking on lemons with salt, and eating a delicious breakfast of fried potatoes,chorizio and eggs, and fideo. My mom was shocked because I got so fat.I had a Mexican grandmother...what can I say?shelliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15554982469187418402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-32639220094316048902009-07-13T14:11:10.269-04:002009-07-13T14:11:10.269-04:00my grandmother used to pick zucchini flowers fresh...my grandmother used to pick zucchini flowers fresh from her garden, lightly batter them, and quickly fry them for the most delicious snack. i spent most of my summer with my grandmother and my cousins, aunts and uncles, at our beach where more delicious treats and comfort food were always on the table, but these flowers were always grown and fried back in our hometown. they only came for a few Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00265170337179870157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710525766736736547.post-71697975008119915562009-07-13T14:09:04.511-04:002009-07-13T14:09:04.511-04:00Sipping a fresh coconut mojito under the Pagoda at...Sipping a fresh coconut mojito under the Pagoda at Salvation Cafe (Newport, RI) while the rain poured down, the thunder roared, and the tropical "breeze" shook the palm leaves . . .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com