The heat wave continues, and the kitchen continues to be neglected.
Pity, because I have some really nice, fresh produce in the fridge. Maybe I'll get to it tonight...
Today for some mad reason, Cranky and I decided it was pleasant to sit in the shade on the patio, as the temperature inched ever higher. There was a slight breeze with the gate open, and the aroma of newly irrigated garden plants nearly convinced us it was tolerable.
We were the oblivious frogs in the pot of slowly boiling water. It got hotter and hotter, and we sat and sat, persuading ourselves the weather was fine.
Fortunately something caused me to lurch out of my pot of boiling water, er, chaise longue, into the dark, not-quite-so-hot house, where I suddenly realized I was uncomfortable, hungry and maybe even crazy.
The air conditioner is not working — service call goes in Monday — so we had no choice but to escape to the nearest place with food and a refrigerated atmosphere: the mall.
We're talking cultural blight. Middle America. Piercing pavilions and tacky taffeta bridal salons. Photo parlors and B-boy baggy pants shops.
Did I mention we were hungry?
Stupider things have happened.