For me, and probably many other people, different foods have come to represent different seasons or times of the year. For example, fresh apple cider, and a good crisp Macoun apple will forever be fall. Winter is maple sugar, from all the sugar-on-snow parties we had as a little girl in Vermont. Spring, the yellow “peeps” in my Easter basket.
But summer is a tough one, because so many things taste like summer. This past weekend I tried to decide if fresh corn on the cob, raspberries or watermelon was the “one.” I couldn’t do it–they are all summer to me. But the fresh hand-picked corn from Wesnofske’s Farm on Rt. 48 has the edge!
What tastes like summer to you?