On Sunday, we were lounging in the front yard, where it was bright. Grace and her friend Julia were sculpting animals from long sheets of aluminum foil. Lydia was reading Harry Potter for the first time. Jimmy was sitting in the shade, and I was sitting in the sun. (Eli is still at photo school in Maine.)
I went in the house for a glass of water; I came out with an old quilt, a pitcher of lemonade, strawberries, cheese and crackers, and peanut butter and crackers. How much nicer than snacks from a bag.
On Monday afternoon, we were hungry, and I hadn’t yet gathered the will to make dinner. To eat only a piece of cheese or an apple seemed paltry. An early-day trip to Russo’s with Julie meant that I had on hand the ingredients for some simple surprises. I prepared Marcia’s fava beans for Jimmy and me, and I put out chips, guacamole, and mango salsa for the girls. If we had beer, I would have drunk one, but we didn’t, so we had water and lime. We sat on the screened porch.
Since August 1, people have been saying, “Summer’s over.” They still say it. These leisurely snack periods are my way to put the breaks on, I think. Let’s not be in a hurry to eat lunch, to eat dinner. Let’s not wish away our time. It’s nice to sit for a while, talking and eating, and watch one part of the day segue into the next.
Also, snacks do not exhaust the cook. I love making them — they are like little gifts — and eating them. They should be quick to make and slow to eat.
Today? Popcorn (with butter) and lemonade, in the backyard. Someday soon, a snack picnic.