Last summer was my first season in Whistler, and practically
everyone I met made a point of reassuring me, with the same worried facial
expression, that the weather is usually much better. Well, fast-forward to one
year later: after four consecutive days of lakeside bliss in 30 plus degree
temperatures and an unwavering sun, you can call me convinced.
But in the summertime heat, strange things can happen to your
appetite — it can entirely disappear during the days, only to return with
ravenous consequences in the evening. A dreamy afternoon brainstorming session
with friends resulted in the following attempt at poetry:
The first real weekend of summer has passed;
Now, can we all breathe a collective sigh?
After basking in the warm glow of the sun,
It’s time for a bite of strawberry rhubarb pie.
Load up your shopping cart with fresh, fragrant fruit:
Black pitted cherries that stain fingers red,
Sweet watermelon loaded with seeds to spit,
Or succulent peaches and strawberries, instead.
And don’t forget your veggies:
Sweet peaches and cream corn on the cob,
Glowing golden with butter and a dusting of salt,
Gnawing on one of these is a serious job.
Those vine-ripened, ruby red tomatoes,
Straight from Pemberton fields,
So juicy and fresh, they eat like a meal,
Are just one of this season’s crop yields.
Hidden in the confines of that wicker picnic basket,
Is fresh potato salad, and sandwiches, sans crust,
Cheeses, crisp chips and trail mix;
For a balmy afternoon hike, these are all a must.
Take a stroll through the farmer’s market,
And make sure your wallet and change purse are handy;
You’re going to want to pick up some pastries,
Fresh popcorn and super sweet cotton candy.