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PSL / Гарбузово-пряне лате

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It all starts with a Pumpkin Spice Latte. I can pretend as much as I want to that the astronomical summer still has almost two weeks to go, remind myself of the upcoming heat brought by Santa Ana winds, or reminisce of the last year’s boiling November. Yet as soon as PSL returns to Starbucks menu, I know I have to bid an official farewell to the summer.

This time I was postponing the moment for as long as I could. Spoiled by warm Spanish nights, I was still cherishing a hope that we could somehow squeeze the balmy Andalusian warmth into our suitcase, somewhere in between the bottle of 2010 red discovered in Granada and my new carefree dress bought in Seville, and that we’d manage to smuggle that warmth into California. Metal detectors will fail to find it, we will “forget” to mention it on our customs declaration, no one will ever now. We have a chance.

During the layover in Chicago our baggage got lost. We were waiting for it till the very last bag at LAX, then spent 15 minutes exp…

Достатньо для щастя | Enough for Happiness

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What I love about the summer is its unbelievable, never-ending generosity. Everything – sun, daylight, life – is such so plentiful during this season.

Even Southern California, which is used to having fresh fruit and veggies throughout the year, explodes with some unfathomable abundance during these magical months. This stunning bounty invariably makes me feel as if I am visiting some treasured friends or family, whom I haven’t seen for a while, and the lady of the house, wealthy, hospitable and experienced, is feeding me like her most beloved child.

Every week at the farmer’s market I buy more tomatoes and nectarines than I am capable of carrying, yet, miraculously, they disappear from our table and fridge within just days.

It seems that the resilient tiny cherry tomatoes have never tasted so sinfully sweet. For a box of these colorful delights, I would easily sacrifice the most decadent piece of chocolate cake, whereas the vertiginous smell of ripe melons could pretty much lure me …