Anything Can Be Summer Dessert, Even a Bowl of Strawberries and Cream

A few weeks ago we had a very hot day in New York. It was the kind of morning where you wake up sweaty even with the AC blasting from its cool little rectangle unit in your living room, where you walk outside and just the feeling of fabric on your skin makes you want to escape your corporeal form, where you can hardly bear to eat anything, not because you’re not hungry (you are) but because the idea of consuming food feels like a task you’d rather not do in favor of lying horizontally and not producing more energy (if this isn’t how the…