Reflections on a summer past

Ok, maybe summer has not quite past yet, but it's definitely getting there.  The nights are cooling off, preseason football has started and I'm sweating through my t-shirts way less often.  When dead of summer hit, my desire to cook dropped to NONE, which is pretty typical for me.  Actually, usually as soon as spring hits and it's warm enough to sit on a patio all I want to eat is beer and nachos from 5pm-12am, but I've been much more restrained this year due to my domestic partnership blissitude.  Anyway, we have been eating a lot of sandwiches and meals that require little thought (with the exception of a newly discovered authentic Chinese joint that I will post about next time we go).  Therefore, I had to look into my archives for something to write about when the bug hit me tonight.  Shamefully I never managed to post these pics, taken when mi Mama was in town the first week of June - she sprung for some seriously fancy steaks and brought from Minnesota a bottle of very precious, very difficult to find zinfandel.  I hear the winemaker for this particular label is quite handsome, but step off single ladies, I also hear his wife a big time hottie.

Just a little meat here.

Obviously it's been awhile, but I believe those are the first field greens from our garden (now all gone to seed) with shaved manchego, thinly sliced pear and spiced walnuts or pecans (I can never remember which is which until they are side by side.  Or in a labeled bag).  And of course, THE ZIN.  

I'm going to miss summer.  

PS.  I just wanted to mention how much it annoys me when people type, or say, "YUM-O!".  Thanks for listening.