It's been a little hard to tell what's local the past couple weeks, as we've been splitting our time across three states. Traveling also puts a dent in one's kitchen time, so it's no surprise I've been slacking a little bit around here. But I found the perfect local food to accompany my slacking: fresh sugar snap peas grown by Greg's parents. I single-handedly decimated several vines while standing in their garden in the fresh thunderstorm-washed summer air, and have been toting along the rest of the bounty for snacks ever since. Here I am with my new best friends in the grass next to the Prospect Park ball fields, where their fresh sweetness washed away the summer heat and the dust that billowed up from the occasional runner sliding home.