The summer-y day, continued

I had to make some adaptations and chose to make some additions, but this, basically, is Peruvian chicken. 

Seems like I should say something else; I hardly ever do. So I'll say, on this very summer-y day, I read William Carlos Williams' Spring and All. As usual, I'm not sure if I believe in such things (what things? the things people say about poetry), but it was pleasant to read in the sun.