The dog days of summer and it are too hot to eat. It is just
no fun to cooking in a hot kitchen. Without a garden that demands preparations
of crops and storage until the rest can be consumed, the daily ride to the
store retrieves someone else’s effort to produce food. It is no difference than
a fast food preparation or a sit down meal in a fine diner; someone else is in
the hot kitchen.
The cook out and the grilling and outdoor partying are
welcomed by the warm weather until the mosquitoes get too thick and the sweat
becomes uncomfortable so we retreat into the shelter of artificial cool.
Comfortable while the sweltering heat bakes the outside
walls, grown accustomed to munching on salty snacks and sugary drinks watching
the big screen on the wall dull our minds.
Maybe the ‘joy of cooking’ in the heat is the ‘joy of
eating’?
Sorry, I’m not hungry.
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