Summer always arrives super fashionably late here in the Pacific Northwest. She takes the scenic, scenic route and doesn’t show her sunny face until the eleventh hour on the Fourth of July. But when she gets here, all tops break loose and we PN’ers just lose it.
Paletas are my way of welcoming Sister Summer to this here neck of the woods, and encouraging her to kick off her flippie floppies and staying a while.
These paletas just very well might. Continue reading