I’m sitting here at the pool sweltering in the heat and wondering why I thought it was such a good idea to bring my computer.
Truth be told, I was curious if our pool really had wi-fi or if they just made the claim because what kind of moron brings their computer to the pool?
Turns out, the wi-fi is for real.
So is the heat.
And, apparently, so is the moron.
I chose not to wear my bathing suit today because I am tired of the pool and all the chlorine. My hair is about the consistency of straw, except not as soft and silky.
Anyway, after Caroline’s swimming lesson is over, we are headed home to bask in the A/C. I may even break out the craft bag in my desperation to stay inside.
Nothing reeks of desperation more than the willing distribution of glitter and glue to someone whose life motto is if a little is good, then A LOT is even better.
My biggest issue with the heat, other than the fact that it causes me to walk around with a bright red face and foul temper, is that it makes me want to run far, far away from the kitchen. By the end of the day it is just too hot to live, much less cook.
I just want to get a spoon, a quart of Dreyer’s Peanut Butter Cup Ice Cream and call it a day.
There are two problems with this.
1. I would prefer to not gain fifty pounds over the course of the summer.
2. My people seem to want real food. With side dishes.
They are so demanding with all their “I’m hungry. What’s for dinner? Are we having hot dogs again?”
It takes all the joy out of my Dreyer’s Ice Cream.
Oh I kid. Nothing could really take the joy out of that. Because did I mention the chocolate and the peanut butter?
The problem is that when I look through my recipes and assorted cookbooks, nothing sounds good. Meatloaf in the summer is just wrong. Gravy in the summer seems unnatural. Frying something in hot oil seems redundant to the day I’ve already spent at the pool.
This is where y’all come in. I’m going to put up a Mr. Linky and would love it if you’d share your favorite summertime recipe on your blog and link it back here. If you don’t have a blog, then you can leave your recipe in the comments.
It doesn’t have to be sophisticated or complicated. In fact, the easier the better has always been my motto.
Not really, but it is now.
So, share the recipe love. Help a girl out.
Because, otherwise, P is going to ban me from buying anymore hot dogs at the HEB.