Keep the oven off and enjoy: granita, berries jubilee and rose wine jelly

WHEN I lived in San Francisco, I was used to the summer fog, which kept things pretty cool. Moving to Paris, I imagined idle afternoons enjoying the gentle breezes of summer, sipping my citron pressé in cafes by the Seine. Instead I'm sweating it out in a top-floor apartment. While it's très parisienne, the charming zinc roof just overhead turns the place into a raging four d'été: a summer oven. So don't complain about how hot you are until you've spent August at my place.

By David Lebovitz

July 30, 2008