I just can’t stop daydreaming about Ithaca summers…. and don’t these images from Sasha’s house just scream summer? They are almost painful to look at.
My lemon cake looks pretty serene up there, but it wasn’t that fun to make — stirring a big pot of lemon curd in a 100 degree kitchen at the height of a humid upstate New York summer was not the best idea I’ve ever had. (Next time I get a crazy idea to bake in the summer, I’ll think about this cake, and make a granita instead.)
Sasha and I don’t live in the same town anymore but we still fantasize and plot to do stuff together. Sometimes that’s the only way to keep long-distance friendships strong, you trade ideas for future plans and schemes, then you always have something to look forward to, the distance doesn’t feel so distant.
[Photos taken from the most recent issue of Acquired Taste... get it here!]
