Summer Indulgences

It’s a hot, hot day under the Madisun, and baby, I’m sweatin’ like a whore in church. I can’t decide whether it would be nicer to sit outside, where the vague possibility of a fresh breeze might be just that, or to stay here on the couch, where two fans circulate the warm air throughout the living room. I don’t mind the heat, though, especially when I think about how wretched the winters here are. I could easily live in a place where it’s hot all the time.

Before I go to work, I am indulging my hot-weather tastes as much as possible. I have had at least five glasses of iced coffee, I’ve spent some quality time with Love in the Time of Cholera, and I’m waiting for rice to cook so that I can make curry. There’s just something about spicy food and magical realism on a day like today.

I highly recommend pairing curried rice with the fine malt beverage of your choice.

Oh god macro food porn. . .