Googly Eyes

After spending February in LA and Argentina, I’d gotten used to living in the lap of luxury. Plums, nectarines, fresh squeezed OJ, and yes, peaches, were in plentiful supply. Always there for me when I needed a delicious friend. Offering a fuzzy, sweet hand.

I remembered landing from Buenos Aires at JFK during a snowstorm, the ice crystals whizzing past my window in silver streaks. “Welcome back, Olivia” They seemed to say. “We are bent on making you feel as chilly as possible: emotionally, and gastronomically.”  The next couple of days, I had the repeated problem where I would pad to the kitchen in my cozy apartment only to give a surprised yell. My roommates would come rushing in to see what’s wrong, and there I’d be lying on the floor, mumbling about a lack of stone fruits and why is the windowpane so cold?

Just a couple of months left, right? I can do this. I am counting down the days until the lifeguard of my neighborhood pool blows his memorial-day whistle and I can call open-season on the greenmarket produce. Until then, here are some of the things I miss about summer. Badly.

1) being able to stay outdoors for an extended period of time

2) iced coffee/iced tea

3) not needing to carry a jacket around. Look how squinty superfluous layers make my right eye! Disgusting, really. 

4) saying, “nah, I think i’ll walk”

5) not needing to justify icecream anymore

There are a ton of other reasons too, such as longer days, more chances to get out and  exercise, sangria, etc. But I consider the above a list of vernal staples. Until then, I’ll just have to settle for the shitty, ripen-in-the-bag peaches from Trader Joe’s, whose mealy countenance can only make my tongue harken to the days of juicy peaches past. Soon, my babies, soon.