I do not like the heat.
Previous summers I had taken to throwing something in the oven and running to hunker besides the AC unit. I live in a small house and in the winter the oven is a lovely way to warm up the rooms and fill it with the smell of home baking.
In the summer it turns the house into a raging inferno. Oftentimes its hotter inside than out.
Rather than subject my family to such torture we ended up ordering take-out far too often.
This year I’m determined to find a way to cook while generating minimal heat. I’m also holding off as long as possible before putting the AC unit in.
There is always the bbq, but honestly it kind of intimidates me. Which makes no sense, considering I handle monstrous commercial gas ovens like a beloved oversized lap dog.
I think it goes back to the time my father left me in charge of the hamburgers and I dropped one between the grills. Looking over my shoulder I frantically rinsed it off in the pool before throwing it back with the (presumably) chlorine free patties. Needless to say the distinctly different flavour gave me away.