Lilacs in September

The lilac bush in the backyard

Is blooming.

In September.

Their scent perfumes the whole house.

It’s breathtaking.

It’s September.

Abundant and lush in April,

Glorious and

Not surprising.

But now, blooming in Autumn…

Is it desperation?

A gasp before dying?

September, we can take this two ways—

An unordered universe?

Or an unexpected gift?

Living on Tomato Sandwiches

It’s August.

Tomato season.

And that means that the windowsills and the kitchen counters are filled with tomatoes in various stages of red (or yellow) ripe deliciousness.

It also means that for the next two or three weeks I’m living on tomato sandwiches. Tomato season isn’t long enough for me to get tired of them.

Homemade sourdough bread. Made twice a week despite the heat because you can’t run out when the tomatoes are ripe. Here is the best no-fail recipe: (I’ve been making this bread for 6 months and we’ve never tired of it and it’s never failed.)

Homemade mayonnaise. Here is the never fail recipe that I use: Once you taste it you will never go back to store bought. It takes 20 minutes once a month out of your busy schedule. It can be made on a rainy day or a sunny day. Yes, your arms will tire but it’s totally worth it. I generally use my blender, but I’ve also used the whisk attachment on my mixer. And truth? I slather the mayonnaise on both slices of bread

Tomatoes. Big and still warm from the sun, if possible. Sliced thick. My favorite this year is Yellow Brandywine, but the one in the picture above is a Pink Russian. And honestly? I’ve never met a tomato I didn’t love.

Salt and Pepper. The salt is key and I prefer freshly ground Himalayan pink salt please. If you like pepper, here’s a tip: Roast your peppercorns in a small dry skillet for a few minutes before grinding them. A recipe I made last month called for this step, and admittedly, I was skeptical. But. Oh. My. It’s a treat on this sandwich.

And the best way to eat this gourmet August delicacy? Standing over the sink so the juice can run down your arm. No bacon necessary.