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grilling peaches and some other good stuff for dinner | a raisin + a porpoise


What a weird summer we’re having. If I were writing a six-word memoir of this season, that sentence above would have to make the short list, along with ‘What Is Up With The Dog?’ and ‘Try Starting Dryer Before Clothes Rot’ and possibly ‘Let’s Put Kombucha In That Hat.’  It’s a weird-weather summer, dry and yet humid, and the plants (and the people) are showing the strain. It’s a weird summer of keeping a watchful, helpless-feeling eye on politics and on various relatives and on an increasingly senile house pet, a weird-in-general, hodgy-podgy summer of things both coming together and falling apart, of things being limp and drippy, yet parched. It’s still summer, though. Which means popsicles and more popsicles, as many as possible, and being certain, late at night, that as summer wanes (didn’t it just begin?!), there is more fun to be had than I am making time for. And it means enjoying unscheduled stretches of minutes and hours with my three kiddos, all home under one roof by dint of a miracle …

peach upside down cake, from a raisin & a porpoise

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Inversion therapy involves being upside down or at an inverted angle with the intention of therapeutic benefits. The process of doing so is called inverting. Are you familiar with the Pollyanna Principle?  If you ask a glass-half-empty type, it’s a naive or deluded form of reality-avoiding optimism. Don’t ask those guys! Never ask those guys anything! They always say stuff like that.  Your half-full types will tell you that the brain processes, and stores, positive information more readily and durably than negative.  We are hard-wired to look on the bright side, says the PP, to ponder lemonade as the dump-truck tips the load of lemons in our yards.  It can be hazardous to your health to take this too far– as in, That wolf is a fuzzy puppy.  I am sure he means me no harm!–but it can dull the pain of past trauma, and make you more fun at parties too. (The ship is sinking?  Fun!  Now it’s a swim party!) Feel like life is topsy-turvy?  Don’t fight the tide.  Bake.  (Though if it’s a cheer-up …