Grill

I love summer. Not only for the abundance of deliciously ripe local produce and pleasant temperatures, but also for the light. The light that streams in through our living room windows until 7 or 8 at night at the height of summer. Pictures like these just don't happen in December. Sucks, but its true. Our giant windows are all but useless after the clocks change. I treasure the summer light, and as the sun sets earlier and earlier, we slowly start cooking earlier and earlier to continue to catch the last breath of light at dinnertime, but I know it won't last. And it makes me sad. Because no matter what I do, the track lights in our kitchen just don't cut it. No tripod, no steady hand, no amount of photoshopping can fake this kind of light. But you know what? It's ok, we're not going to cook less just because it gets dark sooner. Because that would be silly. And not fair to all of you. Continuing our exploration into the world of eggplant varieties... as we were perusing the farmers'

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