I’m not cut out for this crap. Even with AC, I’m sleeping badly. The garage is probably around 110, so everytime you duck out there to get something it’s like getting hit in the face with a poached sturgeon. Going for a bike ride is entirely out of the question.
We’ve been inviting folks over who don’t have AC, to give them a break from sitting in a pool of their own sweat. And meals get cooked on the grill, so the kitchen doesn’t get heated up. Last night I made a batch of chicken souvlaki skewers, with homemade tzatziki sauce. Tonight the menu features spareribs, which have been on the grill for about three hours, and have another three to go. While it’s nice to keep the interior of the house cool, going to out deal with the grill is like flipping burgers in hell. You open that big lid and a wave of heat rolls out that very nearly desiccates your soul. The things I do for food.
It should cool off in a day or two. Most importantly, it should cool off at night, so I can sleep. Mid-60s with the windows open sounds like heaven about now.
Poached sturgeon huh? It disturbs me that you use this as a similie and that you’d know what it feels like…
I have to agree with Aaron–the thought that you have actually experienced being slapped with a poached sturgeon…or simply have the imagination to envision being slapped by a poached sturgeon…is a disturbing idea.
I won’t talk about cool, balmy 7000-foot mountains being drenched in cool rain and hail. Because I’m a kind person, I am. Kind.
I won’t *even* deal with the grill in this weather. Then again, I don’t have AC either.
And since I’m still unearthing my kitchen after a week of letting the kids work their mayhem unsupervised, well - I look on all of this as three very valid reasons why dining out is on the agenda more often than not…!