I just read a short article from yesterdays NY Village Voice where Nina Lalli describes summer street food in Harlem. The article is called "When the Streets are Paved with Snacks." It very much reminded me of what summer is like in ethnic NY City.
That was part of my growing in Park Slope, Brooklyn. I loved shaved ice and every street food I could beg a dime from my folks for. But that experience varied incredibly with other parts of my life which had a completely different scene.
I spent 1/2 of my summers on a Iowa farm riding horses through head high corn and over grassy fields all day with a squashed packed lunch and fresh ears of candy sweet corn just plucked for desert. Also visiting the State Fair and watching all the animal and food competions while eating corn dogs, fresh lemonade, fat ears of hot buttered corn, Iowa style Italian sausage, and then going to church suppers trying various casseroles and such.
The other 1/2 of my summers were spent on the lakes and coast of Maine with its lush woods and warm lakes, frying just caught lake fish. Spending all morning picking wild berries and getting my face and hands stained red and blue. This combined with the stark, craggy, breezy, and sometimes foggy shoreline, where I ate lobster, steamers, and fried clam bellies, washed down with stolen sips of my folks wine and beer.
What do you think of when you combine summer and food where you live or grew up? Also what area/region?
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