Let’s just go ahead and mark this down as the summer when I fell absolutely in love with vegetables again. It’s not that I ever stopped liking you, vegetables. It’s just that this summer has been so good, vegetables, that you’ve won me over again. I’m like a new bride, giddy with excitement, swooning for love of whatever’s in the crisper, cut up and roasted with some olive oil and salt and pepper.
I know that all good things have to come to an end, and that eventually I’ll grow tired of your vitamin-filled goodness and we’ll drift apart, dear vegetables. Ours is a May-December romance in the truest sense. But you can rest assured that come the dark days of February, when I’m sustained only by the things that I’ve canned and the few items that farmers have managed to over-winter, I will be pining for you and longing for the dog days of summer, when we can be together again.