The heat has come to New England, but summer doesn’t actually begin until the inaugural summer meal has been consumed. It is as follows:
Nothing says summer to me more than this: fresh lobster barely dressed with mayo (and while I do respect the independence of Connecticut in making their lobster rolls drenched instead with butter, I am a New England girl and mayo is traditional and correct here), fresh corn on the cob, and a massive pile of just fried O rings. This summer’s initial dream meal happened at a drive up place in the outer cape (PJ’s in Welfleet, do yourself a favor and get there).
Follow up with an ice cream cone, and summer has arrived. Thank the heavens.