I’m always anxious for the advent of summer and the wonderful things it brings with it: the musical hum of lawn sprinklers being turned on full-blast for children to run through; the lazy way that the sun starts to drag out each evening; the electric snap-crackle-pop of a thunderstorm as a universally welcome reprieve from the smoldering heat. I think I love the tastes and smells of summer just as much as the sights and sounds: family bbq’s, church luncheons and picnics come alive with lip-puckering homemade lemonade, sweet seedy watermelon and the spicy tang of bbq sauce on a…