So it's close to 100 degrees here in Philly. Walking home from the train today, I realized I was starving, but really did not have much food in the house, and I was too hot to think. One thing that is difficult about having C gone on the weeknights is cooking for one. Often, I am temped to have cereal or a smoothie for dinner. There is a nice little Farmer's market on Tuesday nights at the end of my street, so I stopped by, and luckily there were some great buys.
I made a simple dinner of chicken with a red-wine vinegar and olive oil marinade, sliced tomatoes and cucumbers with sea salt, and orzo rice sauteed with paprika, sun-dried tomatoes and olive oil. For dessert, the farm stand blueberries were so sweet and juicy on top of vanilla ice cream. Definitely the perfect, disgustingly-hot weeknight summer dinner.
Last night, I lay in bed fighting the urge to turn on the air conditioner, even though the heat in my room was so oppressive, when the fan swept through, the air that stirred around me felt like steam from a hot shower. I kid you not, it was a struggle to breathe. Despite the high temps and humidity, I continue to love summer. Tonight we are expecting a storm, and I'm hoping that I finally won't need AC and that the rain will pelt the roof outside my window; because isn't that the best sound on a summer night?
I thought I would also include a picture of Olive's favorite summer spot. The funny thing is, she sits in the sink Summer, Fall, Winter and Spring, but somehow it is more appropriate during heat waves.
