It’s 6:45 on Tuesday evening and 90 degrees in my kitchen and I’m making spaghetti sauce. From scratch.
Clearly, a logical choice;
standing over a hot stove
making hot food
in a hot house
on a hot evening
in a kitchen impeded by 128 feet of baseboards.
But sometimes you just need comfort food.
And sometimes you just can’t stand the heat anymore so you cook with your shirt off.
Welcome to my life.