Yesterday I made soup in the crock pot for dinner, and barely even ate any. It was just too darn hot to cook, or eat, or do anything other than hang out in the air conditioning. We tried to go out in the morning and lasted about a half hour. It was already 90 degrees by 10 am. Definitely too hot to think of something to blog about.
So instead I thought about the people who live in equatorial regions of the world who don’t have air conditioning, or crock pots, or barely even have shelter to shade them from the sun. Yes, they are more accustomed to the heat, and they probably are carrying a lot less, ahem, insulation than I am. Still, not fun to cook over an open fire of burning animal poop when it’s over 100 degrees outside.
In solidarity, and trying not to complain about the heat so much.