Eighty degrees, and I have the oven on.
I am roasting chicken and cauliflower with olives and lemon. And with it I will enjoy some red wine. It is never too hot for coffee or red wine! My Facebook friends and I agreed on that today. My mother also believed that. She drank coffee up until the day she died.
If it is too hot for red wine that is why God invented white wine. But it is never too hot for red wine.
The nice thing about roasting something in the oven is that you set the oven and the kitchen gets hot as blazes, but you walk away. I walked upstairs and worked on my book about Leonard Pennario.
The cauliflower and the chicken are sizzling but I am back in 1936! Far, far away.
The only thing that reminds me of that steamy kitchen is the scent of lemon peel on my hands.
I also truly enjoy the heat. You know what they say, there are only two seasons in Buffalo, winter and the Fourth of July.
It is the Fourth of July!
We must enjoy it while we can!
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