The Lazy Woman’s Summer Dinner

There’s nothing like high temperatures and even higher humidity to make a woman lazy. As you can see from yesterday’s post, I’ve all of a sudden been all about doing nothing. Well, as little as humanly possible. I can barely stand to practice the violin, as I get all perspiry in a matter of minutes. Ditto the yoga, which I’ve been trying to do a little of each day. I was only able to tackle two hours of weeding, and I definitely have another eight on the horizon. If the weather doesn’t let up, I won’t mow the lawn until September.

Yesterday’s dinner was all about chilly foods. We had cold cut sandwiches, fruit salad and pasta salad. I should amend that; the pasta salad, which originally had farfalle, chopped olives, chopped tomatoes and cucumbers (from the garden), onions and feta, was without something significant. LIKE PASTA. That’s because unbeknownst to us, my daughter decided to pick through the container and eat all of the bow-ties before dinner.

Today, it’s even hotter outside, and the humidity is far more brutal. My husband, the Dear Mr. Demonic, is already talking about dinner. I don’t even want to eat, much less think about preparing food. (This is very unusual, since I’m rather a food snob and would love nothing better than to cook all day long.)

Tonight’s dinner will consist of cucumbers and grape tomatoes (because I have plenty of those lying about) and maybe some melon. Homemade mustard potato salad and Italian sandwiches with cappacola, prosciutto and genoa salamis. And a tall glass of refreshing lemonade (hand squeezed), with or without a shot of something extra.

Or maybe I’ll just lie under the ceiling fan with my current book of the moment and try not to expend any energy.