Rooftop Stuffed Zucchini Blossoms

I have always claimed to not really love summer. It was never a season that I truly wanted to melt into. But in time, summer proved to be a slow burn for me. I needed to learn how to live in the heat. To fall in love with all that the season had to offer beyond sweltering afternoons and the feeling that there was nothing to do. I needed to plunge into the sea and let the salt linger on my skin and in my hair. To grow into a person who loves heirloom tomatoes and linen dresses and the feeling of sunkissed skin over warm late night dinners. I simply did not know how to love summer. But now I do.