I know it looks a little weird like this. But I'll take it. I think you should, too. Go take a walk. Don't worry about the weather. Happy Slower Sunday.
The most luscious homemade fresh fruit ice cream, made in the "soft-serve" style. Nothing but half-and-half and fresh berries. $4 per pint. $1 cents per 4-ounce serving. Just 101 calories per serving. A low Glycemic Load of less than 3. Get a spoon!
You have to see and climb it to believe it. Dorr Mountain's East Face Trail: thousands of stairs carved into solid granite. Straight staircases. Switchback staircases. Spiral staircases. Steep ones. Slippery when wet. Build strong bones.
Make a bowl of your own crisp, light, healthy ones for 20 cents. Or buy a bag of the commercial chips more responsible for long-term weight gain than any other food. Weight gain that leads to diabetes, heart disease and some cancers.
What every zucchini wants to be. What every vegetarian at your BBQ wants to eat. Delicious. A great Way to enjoy abundant, cheap Summer squash at its seasonal flavor peak. A light crunchy crust protects the sweet flavors of Summer squash and aromatic fresh basil.
Slightly charred and crisp outside. Juicy and pink inside. Feels just like a medium rare burger in your mouth. Tastes just like grilled tuna. With fresh garlic and ginger. And it holds together on a hot grill!
I know it's a holiday, but let's do the math. As I sit at my computer and write this, I'm burning about 40 calories every 30 minutes. Probably the same rate you're expending energy while you read and push your mouse or slide your finger. But now it gets more interesting ...
Doesn't smell as sweet as a rose. Doesn't smell at all. When you look this good, you don't need perfume. The day these start to open up, you just drop everything and stare. So, stare all you like. My hibiscus is your hibiscus. Just Press Play.
They're great right off the tree. But if you want a super-cooled sweet on a hot Summer day, make a popsicle. Really ripe peaches. So sweet with no added sugar. A wonderfully refreshing Way to end a hot day. Or to start one: lick your breakfast.
90 degrees in New York. I closed my eyes, strapped on my snowshoes and transported myself to the Athabasca Glacier. Wishing I was back on the Wilcox Pass Trail. I get the shivers just thinking about the view. Which really beats getting the sweats.