…and the blogging is lazy

I don't know about you all, but I personally celebrated the summer solstice with some hearty nineteenth century midwinter fare, as is my way. Some apple pie, for starters:

GET WITH THE AUTHENTICITY

A mighty stack of griddle cakes, with butter and brown sugar in between each layer because that's how Almanzo ate them and if I take one thing away from Farmer Boy it will be the glorious image of stacked pancakes:

And, obviously, a tiny bit of homemade beef stock:

For those long, hot summer nights.

On Friday I will tell you about last night's Super Social Food and Makeup League outing, which I believe involved the fanciest place we have makeup-bombed so far. It was shiny. Very shiny.

Summertime, guys! Yeah!