#23: courgette flowers tart

a recipe, a reading list and some summer solstice thoughts

The house smells of cold bonfire. The smokiness has taken over the fabrics of the clothes we wore on the night of the summer solstice like pollen had filled the air a few weeks before that. It isn’t exactly unpleasant – a sister to the smell of cold cigarette the morning after a good party – but it isn’t a pleasant scent either. I used to say that summe…