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What June Means for My Menu
Published about 7 hours ago • 3 min read
Hi Reader,
June always sneaks up on me. One minute I’m standing in the kitchen making soup like some Old Testament widow preparing for a hard winter, and the next I’m barefoot on the back steps with a bowl of cherries, wondering if dinner can legally consist of cheese, tomatoes, and whatever’s left in the crisper drawer. (Answer: yes. Absolutely yes.) When I was a kid, June meant school was out, shoes were optional, and dinner got pushed later and later because nobody wanted to come inside yet. The adults lingered on porches talking too loud, the air smelled faintly of cut grass and mosquito spray, and every kid on the block looked lightly feral by sunset. I still carry that feeling into my kitchen now—that small rebellion against schedules, against heavy meals, against pretending we can’t survive perfectly well on something simple eaten outdoors while the sky turns cotton-candy pink. And maybe that’s what I love most about June cooking: it stops trying so hard. Which, frankly, is more than I can say for me during my unfortunate linen-pants phase of 2004. Nothing humbles a man faster than discovering beige drawstring trousers plus humidity equals full public anatomy lesson. June food doesn’t need much. A little salt. A hot grill. Good olive oil. Maybe fresh herbs if you’re feeling ambitious. It’s cooking that exhales. And after the heaviness of winter and spring’s endless teasing, I think we’ve earned that.
The June Rules (Or: How I Stop Overcomplicating Dinner)
If it tastes good cold, make extra. June is the season of stealth leftovers. Grilled chicken, roasted vegetables, pasta salad, even potatoes become tomorrow’s lunch while you stand barefoot in front of the fridge at 11 p.m.
This is not the month for complicated sauces. Olive oil, lemon, butter, herbs. Done. If your sauce requires emotional resilience and three saucepans, save it for November.
Buy fruit like an optimist. Cherries, peaches, strawberries, melon. Will some go bad before you get to them? Probably. But June without too much fruit feels spiritually incorrect.
Use the grill whenever humanly possible. Vegetables. Bread. Chicken. Halloumi. Fruit. June cooking is really just strategic avoidance of turning on the oven.
Eat outside at least once. Even if it’s just scrambled eggs on the stoop or takeout balanced on your knees. Food tastes better outdoors. Science probably explains this, but I prefer magic.
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