There are lots of nice things about summer: the beach, the sunshine, the fact that you can wear flip-flops. My favorite thing about this particular moment of the year, though?

PEACHES.

I have eaten so many peaches in the past week that I should probably have turned into one. (I'm serious: probably in the neighborhood of twenty-five; I bought a silly number of them at the Farmer's Market on Sunday, ate them all by Monday, and have been stopping into Whole Foods for more practically every single day.)

My Family Cookbook

I know: Passover isn't until this week. But we had Passover dinner on Saturday, because that's when Mom was free to come up, and Saturday afternoon is a much easier time to cook multi-course meals (apparently shifting the start date of Passover to accommodate busy family schedules is becoming a thing).

Usually we go to my aunt Debbie's house for Passover: she's a cookbook editor and food writer, and so her dinners are kind of next-level in terms of prettiness/preparedness/general impressiveness/et cetera. This is the first time I've ever attempted to make a Passover dinner on my own, so I have to say: I was a little nervous. Especially about the matzoh ball soup: Debbie's soup (which uses my aunt June's matzoh ball recipe) is one of my favorite meals on the planet, but I've never made it myself just because it seems like one of those recipes that everyone's all "Oh my god, it's so eaaaasy" about, and then it's…impossible.

Over the past few years, kale has become trendy to the point of…well, of making me nuts. I know, people who love it love it and will hate this next sentence, but:

I don't like it.

I don't like it in salads, I don't like it in juices, I don't like it in little chip-things. Just don't like it.