Six months from now, I'll read this and scoff at my own dramatics, but good GRACIOUS, was it hot today. (Do you know how revoltingly, repulsively, ridiculously hot Milwaukee can get in the summer?)
I am not a sunny summery kind of person. I am a cardigan and knee socks kind of person. A crisp breeze on a bicycle kind of person. A cool, foggy, petrichor kind of person. This is who I am. I am ok with it. Milwaukee in July is apparently NOT ok with it. Rude.
It was too hot to do anything, except wilt miserably on the balcony with popsicles and ice water. We skipped the market, our nap, (uh-oh) and our weekly romp in the woods. We even skipped having a nice day, let me tell you. Mine is not a boychild who can skip a nap.
It was really too hot to be hungry, which is lucky because it was certainly too hot to even THINK about the stove.
So I cut up what we had on hand and put it on plates.
And called it dinner.
Five things we always have on hand. Bread (baguette), cheese (that Sartori parmesan I can't stop talking about), fruit (mission figs), green things (pea shoots), and onion things (shallots.) (Fun fact: I will eat a sliced raw onion the way you would eat a sliced cucumber. No. Big. Deal.)
Someday my kid might talk to his therapist about dinners like this. Fingers crossed it's because he can't find a girl (or guy) to live up to his incredible, inventive, and innovative mama. And not because he ate weird rabbit salads all summer long.
All week is going to be like this. Hot and heavy. (Isn't that supposed to be a good thing?) Sigh.
(Here's the part where I use subtle mind control to convince you all to gift your favorite blogger with a dang air conditioner.)
(Is she kidding? She must be kidding.)
Happy Sunday, darlings. What did YOU have for dinner?
P.S. I also ate four squares of fake fudge in five minutes. Because I have poor impulse control. And because it is AMAZING.