Suddenly,
it's hot. And I'm reminded of why I so prefer the winter, spring, and fall. Well, winter and spring, anyway. It's been unseasonably mild here in the North Bay and the whole Bay Area for months; I recall it raining steadily all through Feb/March/April/May and into June last year, my first (and I thought then, my last) in San Rafael. This year I've hardly seen a cloud since Valentine's Day (literally, not figuratively), but it's been quite temperate. I don't mind the sun when it's 62, but over 70 I start getting unhappy, and above 80 my mood deteriorates appreciably.
Predictably, I've felt peevish and antisocial yesterday and today, although the heat did at least motivate one benefit. It drove me to get my first
Jamba Juice of the year. Peach Pleasure, sub rasp for banana, w/ energy boost, kplzthx. I'm also experiencing another one of my "hot weather only" desires. Tuna salad. I haven't had a Jamba since last fall, but I think about them from time to time, since I love fruit smoothies. I haven't had tuna salad since last fall, but the thought of making/eating some hasn't entered my mind even once. Until just now, as I looked in the fridge and tried to think of something I might be able to stand eating when it's still hot/bright outside, and unbidden, the idea of tuna salad on Ritz crackers leaped into my thoughts.
I'm now trying to think what else I like to eat only when it's hot out, and wishing I could somehow sleep (in a cold room) until Monday, since the forecast says hot all weekend, before a return to the 60s that we average this time of year. The countdown to November and cold weather begins... now.
Labels: food, weather
