Melon can be a tricky ingredient: if underripe, you’ll find it sitting by itself in a mostly empty bowl of fruit salad, the berries and oranges and other good things all picked out. But when it’s ripe and in season? Melon can be incredible—sweet and fragrant and juicy in the best way. It’s not a very common recipe ingredient, but melon, prosciutto, and mozzarella are classic Italian companions, and for good reason. The salty prosciutto, creamy mozzarella, and sweet melon play off each other beautifully.
Here, I’ve taken the combination and turned it into a grilled pizza, complete with a light alfredo sauce and a generous amount of burrata cheese piled on top. In fact, I’ve grilled the melon, too—making it even juicier and sweeter than it already was. Not essential, of course, but if you’ve already got the grill fired up, why not?
One problem my clients are always struggling with is how to infuse uniqueness and personality into a newly built home. (Especially in Denver, where cookie-cutter developments are popping up by the minute!) I recently tackled a space that didn’t have very much “visual interest” on its own. My client Gina, a young mom of two, had moved into a new build somewhat recently. She had been slowly replacing the basic, builder-grade fixtures with ones more to her (excellent) taste, but was stumped when it came to the master bedroom. Her style definitely leans bohemian/eclectic, and the bedroom wasn’t reflecting that…
Five. Five years old. There are so many ways to make five with your fingers and Hudson will happily show you them all as he proudly announces the milestone.
I feel like five is to the preschool set what 18 is to the high school one. The world seems to open up when you’re five. The real (small) legos. Swim camps. Kindergarten. Maybe you’ll start reading. Maybe you’ll see the same Princess Leia adults seem to all know. Maybe you’ll get to go on the bigger roller coaster. “Maybe when you’re five.” Meanwhile, for those of us watching, it seems to come too fast. It means our baby is a real little boy.
Of course it has been a long time since Hudson was a baby (and as all parents seem to say, he’ll always be our baby), but—as a friend wrote—now seems to be the age where his memories and ours will start to diverge. And I hope he shares them all with us, because I love hearing what he has to say.
And he has a lot to say. “Wow, you have a lot of thoughts!” I told him the other day after a bout of nonstop chatter. “Especially today!” he replied. Uh-huh.
