A sunny spring day in Seattle means… dust off that grill! Even if it’s only 60 degrees outside (which is actually hot over here, believe it or not). I mean, people pretend it’s hot and whip out the shorts, tanks and sundresses. The term “sun’s out, guns out” becomes a reality in Seattle about mid-April. People from actual hot places must think we’re crazy.
Sometimes, it’s more than okay to indulge.
Sometimes, all you need is a pint of the best ice cream all to yourself. (Pro tip: use a baby spoon… it lasts longer and prevents you from shoveling all that wonderfulness into your mouth in 27 seconds. Brain freeze avoided!)
There is something comforting about digging into a mammoth portion of cheesy, piping hot lasagna.
You watch the steam gracefully escape upward off your first forkful and pray that the irresistible molten cheese won’t burn your mouth, even though you know it will.
