Heat & Humidity Should Both Be Punched in the Face
I can't cook anymore. I just can't.
It's too hot.
I know, there's a heat wave everywhere, so surely you all must know what it's like.
I stopped using the oven a few weeks ago because it heated up the house too much. Last night I made a tofu stir-fry, which was super-excellent, but I was drenched in sweat, with my clothes sticking to me and my hair matted to my face from standing over the stove. So, stovetop cooking seems to be out now too. And grilling, why, it's even worse outside! It's so humid. A few minutes outside is a sweat-shower. No, I don't want to be standing by a hot grill on a hot summer evening, especially when I won't be able to cool off by going back inside. Our lonely window unit probably produces more heat by chugging along every day than it does cool air. I guess the microwave is still an option, but I don't have much that can be microwaved, and even if it did, it's just too hot to eat hot food. Nope, it's all iced tea and Popsicles for the Blue Artichoke household. And maybe salads prepared while hovering over the air conditioner. Ugh.
Comments
Sounds like a great excuse to go OUT to dinner, in a nice temperature-controlled restaurant. For the rest of the summer.
Posted by: Purple Fried Okra | July 20, 2006 07:39 AM
I'd like to also punch power outages in the face, especially when the temperature is 103 (312.59 Kelvin).
Posted by: Red Momo | July 20, 2006 03:29 PM
Remember frozen "tv dinners"? Partially unfreeze, pop it in the blender, and find your strongest straw.
Posted by: red meat | July 21, 2006 10:55 AM
OK, Red Meat just grossed me out with that suggestion...
Ice cream, popsicles,fudgesicles, cold cuts, jello, and other chilled delicacies... that's the way to go, yo!
ps-- thanks for the post card with that ever so fantastic picture of me on it! Provided hours of laughter to postal workers across the midwest and southeast no doubt!
Posted by: Blue Grilled Cheese | July 21, 2006 04:43 PM
BGC: Hahaha! I had that postcard stuck in the lid of my mailbox, picture facing out, for the mailman to pick up. He didn't take it for 2 days, so I took it on down to the post office, waved it around and demanded to know why the postman wouldn't pick it up. No one knew (or 'fessed up that he must've been frightened by the picture of you!). Medals of honor will be awarded to those who handled that particular piece of mail.
Posted by: blue artichoke | July 21, 2006 10:52 PM
That postcard was laying on the counter in my kitchen... Travis Greene picked it up last night and said, "WHAT is THIS?!"
Posted by: Blue Grilled Cheese | July 22, 2006 02:41 PM