Hello, New York. How did you enjoy the 104 degree weather this week?
I sat in my very own pool of sweat in my “air-conditioned” apartment, blew three fuses using too many fans, saw substantially sized spots when emerging from the subway, sweat so hard it impaired my eyesight and walked directly into a crosswalk sign, took six showers in a day, and drank Kirstie Alley’s weight in water. By the way, when I slammed into the crosswalk sign no one noticed (and/or cared), because they too were walking zombie-like to their destinations in comatose states. I couldn’t even bother being offended.
If ever there was a week not to turn on your oven, this was it. Eat cucumbers, freeze lemonade, pound ice cream bars, I don’t care. But please, please, don’t make me cook. And yet, we got our beautiful CSA share. And it’s oh, so important to us to be conscious of where our food comes from (meaning not eat from the questionable Asian-“fusion” restaurant around the corner that smells vaguely of manure and no doubt finds their chicken product from the hen house in their basement, but has AC). It truly isn’t easy being green.
In this week’s pile was:
- green beans
- salad mix
- fresh onions
- swiss chard
- yellow peaches
- the sweetest, prettiest, happiest plums