Last night I made ceviche with sea scallops, fresh tuna, couscous, tomatoes, basil, parsley, green garlic, and roasted onion. It was extraordinarily delicious, and now I want to eat it every day.
Here is a mocking little summer-innuendo poem written in 1595. It was written by George Peele, and it's from his play The Old Wives' Tale, and it made me laugh this morning. According to Wikipedia, Peele also wrote "two treatises on bookkeeping."
"Whenas the Rye . . . "George PeeleWhenas the rye reach to the chin,And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,Strawberries swimming in the cream,And schoolboys playing in the stream;Then, O then, O then, O my true love said,'Till that time come againShe could not live a maid.