The fact I've been able to run outside in the middle of the day (as opposed to 5:45 a.m.) without keeling over halfway down my block makes it official--Summer is more or less over. Done. Kaput. Finito.
But that doesn't mean we can't reap its rewards while we weep gently into our beer. Dig into your abundance of tomatoes (or steal some from your neighbor's yard), mix up some mojitos and have a little fiesta with some fresh, homemade salsa. Read more about Que Salsa, KC?