Saturday. The house’s internal temperature finally dipped below 90… so I dared venture back into the kitchen. But not before a run down to a local farm for tomatoes, blueberries, and corn on the cob.
I thought I was going to have some help with the corn, but I had to do the whole schuckin’ thing. The siren’s song of the blueberries was too hard to resist for one little girl.
