I may set the table for fall but I'm not ready. Not ready for cooler fall weather because we haven't had enough warm days yet this summer to make me wish for them. Not ready for short days, even though it means I can use candles on the dinner table again. Not ready for raincoats and rubber shoes and drying off the dog after every walk. I'm just not ready.
So, I'm still making salads. The tomatoes are still wonderfully red and ripe. There may be broccoli and cauliflower in the mix, but there is lettuce, too, and scallions and a little teriyaki chicken - doesn't that say summer barbecue to you?
I'm hoping for Indian summer, so I'm staying stubbornly salad.