It has been so hot here, and yet because it’s October, I don’t feel like just having salade nicoise for dinner. And the market is a strange jumble, too: tomatoes are finally in... sitting right next to pears.

We’ve made chocolate chip cookies, but it’s too hot to make pizza. We’ve eaten lots of the pesto I’d hoped would keep through the winter, as the heat is making me too lazy to even blend a new batch. And grilled steaks, now that this month’s allotment has arrived.

I never thought I’d say something like this, but I wish it would cool off. I’m ready for so cuban-praised pork, some sugo, lasgne, gnocchi, apple pie.


But meanwhile, I am enjoying my frontsteps-beer.