Walt is our prompter today and gives us this quote to inspire us. Alas! I did not take it the way he perhaps meant it and painted my poem in very broad strokes – but it’s true. Come join us for Day #3 of dVerse’s Fifth Year Anniversary Celebration. “I am cold, even though the heat of early summer is adequate. I am cold because I cannot find my heart.” ~Sebastian Barry from his novel A Long, Long Way
Closed Until Autumn
In truth, the heat has moved from…adequate
to over-achieving. The weatherman smiles as he says,
Today it will be 101F but feels like 107F
Feels like?
What’s up with that? Just give us the temp of 107,
I mutter under my breath.
And it is official. The kitchen is closed
until September.
Oh, anything that can be done in the slow-cooker
(such as amazing meatloaf, or a fresh vegetable stew
or chicken with fresh herbs or blackberry cobbler).
Salads and towering club sandwiches or
cold and creamy chicken salad and devilled eggs.
and pasta made from angel hair pasta
because it cooks in less than 5 minutes –
that incredible uncooked sauce made with fresh
summer tomatoes and herbs and olive oil mixed with
the hothothot pasta…
or omelettes or veggies that steam in the microwave
None of those hot horrible soups or stews or roasts…
No cooking over a fire hot grill out in the fire hot day.
Nope.
I’ve purposely lost my heart for cooking until autumn.
And while we are on autumn,
I must ask, in what part of the arctic circle
does a person live when they talk about the end of summer
being here? Really?
Ha! end of summer? Summer is just cranking up where I live.
It feels like 107F
Honey, it IS 107…
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