‘Sumer is icumen in’ is, we were told at school, the earliest non sacred song known in the U.K. If you have not grasped the lyrics, here is a link giving the original and the modern translation.
We learned it as one of the many ’round’ songs like ‘Frere Jacques’ and ‘London’s Burning’ and I think of it now that the bods at the Met office have officially declared summer in Costa Rica.
Glad to hear it.
I have had enough of large rocks descending on the roads….
enough of said roads collapsing….
enough of landslides taking out the telephone lines….
We have been organising for the heat to come. The fans are in working order and we are well supplied for cold drinks.
I have found a new recipe for lemonade with fermented lemons……..reading that it took some time to be ready I started early, and celebrated the first day without rain by trying it. I shall be making more, a lot more, so just as well that we have a glut of lemons to make both that and ordinary lemonade.
The stand at the weekly feria supplies me with fruit drinks straight from the lady’s finca. Orange, watermelon and guanabana – soursop – ready to put in the freezer for the week ahead.
There is, of course, beer. Made in Spain by a German firm, given a Czech name, exported to Costa Rica and currently on offer in the local supermarket. At that price I filled the car boot.
Roll on the cold soups – vichysoisse, the gazpachos, cold minestrone……..
Roll on the tabouleh, the melon, mint and feta, the cucumber and tuna……
Roll on the cold trout in orange juice and vermouth, the fish pate, the red snapper salad
Roll on the ham – thanks to the Italian deli on an industrial estate, found when lost – the cold chicken galantine, home made terrines, the pickles…….
Roll on the cheeses – thanks again to the Italian deli – and the puds……. burned cream, Eton mess with strawberries from Volcano Poas, fruit tarts…….
We shall sit on the balcony with a G and T looking out across the Central Valley to the mountains beyond and relax in the balmy weather, rain gear packed away at last.
Dogs shall sleep.
However, I have more than a sneaking suspicion that anticipation will be better than the reality.
Most of these delights involve cooking as part of their preparation.
And who will be doing that cooking?
In a hot kitchen in summer?