This weekend is the ‘unofficial official’ start to summer in the U.S., though where we currently live it’s felt like perpetual summer for months now. After a long and sunny fall in Morocco we had a month of occasional rain in Northern California and a few brisk and mostly dry winter months back in North Africa before migrating to the desert. On a good day the temperature hovers below 100 F and on those days we go to the park or indulge in an afternoon run. We eat thin cucumbers peeled, chopped, and sprinkled with salt and drizzle tahini sauce over cold bowls of quinoa and beets. We swim, I bake brownies. Endless summer is our new reality.