by Maria Schulz
There are few things in life that are as full of sensory delights as the summer. To say that I love the summer is an understatement of grand proportions. If summer was another kid when I was growing up, we would have been best friends forever and ever and ever, plus infinity.
Did I mention that I love summer?
Here are the sights, sounds, smells, textures, tastes, and memories of summer that are THE BOMB. They always make me feel like a kid again.
- Bright sunshine on a cloudless day
- Pouring rain and indoor guests
- Peppers and eggs on a crusty roll (thanks Aunt Mary, wherever you are)
- Sea gulls squawking overhead
- The crack of a softball bat and loud cheers
- The squeal of a Roman candle on the 4th of July
- Sand castles and wave avoidance with my husband and girls
- The dazzle of sparklers on a dark, starry night
- My mother’s magnetic smile, my grandmother’s and uncle’s laughter, and cousin Eleanor’s screams as her son threw her in the pool at family barbecues
- Water in my lungs as cousin Bob tried to teach me to swim
- Goosebumps when I held my husband’s hand for the first time
- Watermelon’s sweet tang and syrupy goodness as it dribbles down your chin
- My brother’s band turning the volume “up to 11” as we sang All the Young Dudes at outdoor fairs
- The welcome rush of cold, cold air at the movie houses and the joy of summer blockbusters: Jaws, The Empire Strikes Back, and E.T.
- Bike riding in the woods with my husband and girls
- Walking hand in hand with my father as we slurped Italian ices
- Suntan lotion, sea breezes, and an ocean of humanity at Jones Beach
- The creeping sense that an old boyfriend was a moron for watching the Macy’s 4th of July fireworks show on a ten inch black and white TV
- My girls giggling at clambakes and s’mores-making nights on Cape Cod
- Swimming under a starlit sky with my little family
- Driving and sweating in the back of our old green station wagon with my brothers
- Sun burned skin, sand in your shorts, and the smell of Coppertone
- The long, sweaty, smelly bus ride home from Jones Beach
- Driving with my husband, convertible top down, hair flying, sunshine-kissed skin, in our little red car
- The ding, ding, ding of the Ice Cream Man’s truck
- The sound of lapping water against the Circle Line as the Statue of Liberty edges closer and closer
- Standing on line at the Fresh Meadows Theater to see Grease for the very first time
- Standing on line at the Fresh Meadows Theater with my mother, sister-in-law, best friend, and niece at the 20th anniversary showing of Grease. We were born to hand jive, baby!
- Watching Grease with my girls and singing every song at the top of my lungs (there are worse things I could do)
- Impromptu fireworks—and the boom, boom, boom of cherry bombs bursting all around us
- Tony and Kathie, Chris and John, Maureen and me at The Quartet’s opening night of Polyester, filmed in smell-o-rama (watch out for #9 on your odorama card! Whew)
- Walking to Carvel’s with my big brother’s girlfriend, Cindy, hand pressed firmly into hers, to get a Cherry Bonnet
RECIPE: S’MORES, of course!
Graham crackers, chocolate squares, and toasted marshmallows. Press the chocolate squares and toasted marshmallows into two graham crackers and get ready for a taste explosion. Who needs a loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and you?
Use dark chocolate if you want to make believe you’re healthy. It’s milk chocolate all the way for me! I’m living on the edge! If you want to use it too, your secret’s safe with me.
So, Hungry Lifers: what sights/sounds/smells/tastes/touches remind you of summer? Is this your favorite season? What’s your favorite summer recipe? Please leave a comment. Thanks!