Hot Summer, Cold Stove

Despite the best intentions, the closest I came to cooking in Maine was pouring myself a bowl of cereal. So I've got little to report, food-wise, besides some tales of delicious cinnamon-scented blueberry pie, lobster rolls gobbled up while overlooking the ocean, and a home-cooked amalgam of two Bourdain steak recipes yesterday in Providence that was even better than my meal at Les Halles.

The blog will be quiet for a few more days while we're out of town for a wedding in Vermont this weekend. Consider it a mourning period now that the Germans are no longer in the running for the World Cup. Heart-breaking, I tell you.