I reached for the shortening to make biscuits, it looked normal when I opened it, but when I stuck in my spoon, it went
squish. It is too hot! Too hot to think. Too hot to cook. If we have one month that I could skip year after year, it is August. My mind feels just like that poor shortening: trying to hold it together, but underneath it all,
squish.
My garden likes the heat. I harvested 4 eggplants yesterday. Nobody told me they were like zucchini! Prolific production and the same reception at the table. The only difference is that I don't have any recipes for eggplant quick bread or eggplant cookies. And I am positive my children do not want me to research this! Eggplants are rather appealing to the eye, deep purple and perfectly formed. I am making an
Eggplant Parmesan as soon as it is not too hot to cook.... I've only had one ripe tomato, about the size of a nickel. Hoping for more soon. The yellow summer squash is going crazy, and the zucchini would be perfect for
cookies, if it weren't so hot.
This is my theory: you know how some people get seasonal affective disorder (SAD) in the fall and winter when the gray weather sets in? I get that in August. I sit a lot. I eat sugar and put on weight. I can't sleep for the tossing in the sticky heat. My house gets atrocious for lack of care. I look around and wonder why my husband keeps me.
Then there is back-to-school. My children are my friends and I always dread the time when I am supposed to send them away again. I do, however,
love to buy school supplies. There is something so happy about clean paper and new pens, all the possibilities!
So, what are we eating? Not much that can't be microwaved! I did put a pork roast in my crock pot with barbecue sauce this week. Good ole' crock pot. And last night we had
hot dogs and onions with
jello jigglers. I may try microwaving my eggplant Parmesan so I can eat that yummy stuff.
My happy thought is that August is almost over. September and October are my favorites so we will cook some more soon--just as soon at the heat breaks.
Jenny