It’s Father’s Day on Sunday. I know this because yesterday my dad called to kindly remind me, as well as giving me strict instructions as to what he wants and where I can find it. He was even nice enough to go so far as to Google Map the store from my apartment, too–it was helpful…and bossy.
It’s cool. I realize that this bossiness must be genetic because I sort of do the same thing with him. We know what we like, I guess and aren’t all that shy.
So yes, it’s Father’s Day. And I made popsicles for me to make and for you to make.
Whiskey always reminds me of my papa. And this is because he gave it to me at age 3 (!!!!). Yeah, I had my first sip of alcohol under the age of 5. I’m sure when he reads this he’ll be all mad at me for disclosing this, but I assure you it was actually to deter me from liking alcohol. It was a part of a bigger scheme to make me a non-drinker/rager. It worked, actually. I’m not a huge drinker, but I mean, if you add some watermelon, mint and lime juice…and then freeze it! Uhh…yeah, let’zzzz go!
So…Memorial Day Weekend happened. I think we should all take a moment to direct a nice “awww” toward Metta World Peace for tweeting (yesterday), “HAPPY LABOR DAY!” Moments later he realized his mistake and quickly erased it and blamed it on being sleepy. It happens to the best of us, Metta. No bigs.
Anyway, Memorial Day always seems to signify a benchmark for summer. For me it means things like midnight tacos (without simultaneously freezing), lots of iced coffee in the rotation, and my wardrobe makes the official switch to full-on summer mode: short-shorts, summer dresses and the beloved romper.
I’m a big fan of the romper. I wore one this past weekend, actually. I dig the whole idea that us ladies are getting away with what honestly is just an adult onesie. I like that. We win…until we have to go to the restroom. Good Lord. This past weekend I found myself in a public restroom stall with, like, no clothes on, holding the door shut with one hand because man, if that lock was faulty and someone accidentally opened the door on me…good gracious, that’d suck, big time. So yeah, rompers: cute on paper, bad in real life. That’s their official slogan. You can use it if you want.
Another thing that’s totally “summer”: burgers. Obviously. I loooove going to burger places in LA and ordering their veggie burger. Some are better than others. My favorite is when it’s a chickpea patty of some sort. I made my version here. There’s a good amount of harissa (hello spice!) and some pistachios (wussup crunch!). The cucumber mint yogurt is just delicious. It cools down the spices in the chickpea burger and seriously I just want to put it on everything from lamb to salmon.
(This post is in collaboration with Bravo for their show, Around the World in 80 Plates. This week they’re in Marrakech, Morocco. Check it out on Wednesday at 10pm/9pmc on Bravo!!)
We can’t ignore all the peaches right now, can we?! No way–that’d be mean. And we’re nice people!
Every weekend, for the past few weeks, I’ve come home with peaches…and pluots…and apricots. But then I get all crazy and eat them while watching youtube videos for a few hours straight. It’s a private Sunday morning thing I got going on. Totally not interesting.
Finally, I smarted up and bought way too many peaches to eat so I figured I’d drink them instead.