Also appearing at the table: first-ever homegrown broccoli. Not exactly a tropical summer crop, but there it was in the garden bed. A splash of olive oil and a moment over the fire to char and sweeten. Delicious.
Then the matter of those avos, and tomatoes, and Kahuku corn. These last snapshots are from a dinner with Jean-Yves, Monica and Carole, a bright-skied early evening that finished with blueberry crumble. The crumble was by Pia, who wasn’t there to eat it–like summer, she had tiptoed away.