We’re having a heat wave. A tropical heat wave. It isn’t surprising, the temperature’s rising. She certainly can can-can. — as sung by Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye in White Christmas
It was entirely too hot to cook today. What was the weather like in your neck of the woods? It was mid-nineties here. Whew. So hot I could barely move… it took all the energy I could muster just to lift that margarita to my lips but I persevered. Haha.
We have some tomatoes that are almost ripe. But they have been almost ripe for a few days and now I am getting impatient. I love tomatoes fresh from the vine and these nearly ripe ones will be our first. I think it will be a few here and there at first but then we are going to get overwhelmed… there are a ton of green tomatoes on the vines. Yay! I’m going to make biscuits so that I can have a warm biscuit with butter and a fresh tomato slice. Mmm.
This is a really random post, is it not? I blame nablopomo and a tired brain. Coming soon: something light and fruity, cleaned up cast iron pan, apron making, and maybe some wine notes from the Santa Cruz Mountain Wine Passport this Saturday.