It’s August, y’all. It’s blisteringly and oppressively hot out there. Sure, after many years in other parts of the country where the winters are harsh and unyielding, I can say with some confidence that the summers here in my beloved Texas bother me very little nowadays, because I know the winters will be sublime.
But still, it’s August. It’s blisteringly and oppressively hot, and not even I can summon the desire to stand in front of a hot oven or labor over a hot stove unless it’s absolutely necessary. It’s cold soup season, really. And slow cooker season, where the cook can throw a few things into a pot, flip a switch, and then scamper merrily away to swim in the icy waters of natural springs in the hill country…or at least, to nap in more air-conditioned areas of the house.
But the weather will break, friends…
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