The weather here surprised us all by hitting 90 degrees yesterday, and today, it’s nearly 100. San Diego is really a desert, so of course it gets that hot here, but rarely at this time of year, and even more rarely near the coast. The sweltering dry heat that we’re more familiar with comes late summer in August, or even September, and as much as individuals from the East Coast enjoy reminding us we don’t have to deal with humidity, heat is heat, and I’m not cut out for it.
Plans of baking and slow braising pork went out the window until I realized I could blow the dust off my crock pot. Literally. It’s been in the garage since our construction when I removed anything from my kitchen that doesn’t get regular use. Of course the crock pot could be perfect; no heat in the kitchen to make things worse, and a relatively fuss-free dinner after the sun dipped below the horizon.
Plan B allowed me to be able to sit on my patio alternating between the sun and the shade (because it will take a bit of effort to get some color into my winter legs and a trip to Puerta Vallarta with girlfriends is in the works…), reading my book, and enjoying the breeze we are lucky enough to have on this hill. By tomorrow, it’s supposed to be 30 degrees cooler if you can believe that.
I don’t. They never quite seem to get the weather reports right here!
I’ve been so jittery the last couple of days. I know it’s the election — waiting, and waiting to find out. The feeling is strangely like I felt waiting for Christmas morning to arrive when I was a kid, the anticipation just about doing me in.
But it’s not just the election. Having to pack four rooms in our house to prepare for a big remodel isn’t helping. It’s great to be busy, though, since the time is flying by. Each book or knick knack I take from the shelf to pack is accompanied by my nagging alter ego which is reminding me I should have gotten rid of this crap a very long time ago.
And then there’s the little matter of a trip I’m taking in a couple of days, leaving the hunkster to finish what I’ve not managed to do to prepare the house. Maybe that’s why I’m giddy with excitement as well. I’m headed to the Midwest to meet with several food bloggers. In fact, it’s for a wedding: Lis’ wedding. You know Lis, right? Co-founder of The Daring Bakers? La Mia Cucina Lis. And guess who’s making the wedding cake? Helen. Helen, Tartelette Helen. Now how exciting is that?
Seriously exciting if you ask me. So I’m pretty much a basket case right now, stomach in nervous knots and finishing almost nothing that I start.
Wait. That sounds somewhat like a normal day now that I think of it. The not finishing anything I start part. Whatever…
So food is definitely in the low maintenance zone at our house right now and since the hunkster wanted to know what was on the Election Day menu, I figured Batter Fried Calamari & Jalapeno Poppers would work just fine. And I have the perfect accompaniment for both — a sauce made with a bit o’ spicy love.