There’s something about mid-July in Texas that makes me feel like I’m living inside a Dutch oven on convection mode. My house, charming as the old gal is, was built before insulation was taken seriously, so we’re really feeling the summer around here. The garden is also absolutely showing off. Basil is bolting and the eggplant are starting to droop on the plant, and by the time 10am rolls around, I’m walking back inside from the garden sweaty, muddy, and nearly exhausted. Continue rea...
