My baby, ugh, toddler, slept through the night. If that doesn't indicate that something awfully strange is going on in the world today...
I want to do something to celebrate. Normally I'd just light fireworks and invite presidents to dinner, but this calls for something bigger. Something bluer.
I think I'll consult Martha. She knows everything.
I think it will be this. It's only summer once a year, you know.

Martha's Genius Recipe