The heat is on. We broke a record here yesterday with 110 degrees. The humidity is very low, though, 8%, so it’s not as bad as it could be. We always say, ‘it’s a dry heat.’ Yeah, that’s the cold comfort we give ourselves.
The last two evenings have been too hot to consider cooking dinner. I ate out for lunch yesterday so told Terry he could fend for himself for dinner as I was still full from a lovely birthday celebration. I think he ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
It was cool this morning, and the fridge had many items from last week’s csa box still hanging around. Perfect time to clean the fridge, use up the veggies, and cook dinner. I roasted zucchini and potatoes, made a summer salad, and baked these:
By the time I finished, the temperature was hitting 90, and with the oven going, the house had gotten warm, too. I made a cool drink and called it quits for the day. At least dinner is done.