Dog Day Afternoon

It is hot in Seattle right now. I don’t care if it’s 115 where you are (hello Arizona!) and you’re laughing at high 80s. It’s hot. Most of us haven’t got air conditioning or pools. H-O-T.

I went for a walk, and it was miserable. But I did get to see some dogs in backpacks. What prompts that? Concern over the dogs overheating or the temperature of the sidewalks? Both? I missed the second dog. Cute as could be, just checking things out. But I was carrying a bag of Thai food in one hand, so I didn’t press on.


Capitol Hill, Seattle, July 2020.Capitol Hill, Seattle, July 2020.

Capitol Hill, Seattle, July 2020.


Capitol Hill, Seattle, July 2020.Capitol Hill, Seattle, July 2020.

Capitol Hill, Seattle, July 2020.

The well-planned refrigerator right now has peaches, plums, cottage cheese, yogurt, popsickles, tomatoes, cucumbers, feta cheese crumbles, olives, gelato, and peppers of all sorts.

That is not my fridge. I continued my exploration of failed Home Economics. Last week I bought a fresh bag of spinach instead of the plastic container. Decided to use it today so it wouldn’t go to waste. I didn’t have anything to use it with, but that’s fine. I’ll always eat spinach that has come in contact with olive oil.

I don’t think I have the optimal workflow. I randomly pulled off stems before chucking the leaf into a not big enough bowl for rinsing. My distracted brain reversed the flow a couple of times. Damn. Rinse, rinse again, sauté. I go to the sauté too often, but I have good reasons. I don’t know how to do anything else, and there’s no way in Hades I’m turning on that oven right now.

One bag of spinach. Sure seemed to be a lot less after sautêing. I ate it all. I think I do better with the big plastic tubs.

12 thoughts on “Dog Day Afternoon

  1. Oh my. You actually KNOW what to put in that fridge. So…what…why??For a minute, I thought you were looking at your fridge and I was SO impressed! With the addition of figs, eggs, kale and eggplant (and half a grapefruit but…whatevs), it could’ve been my fridge.I thought of you today when I was walking to the Co-Op to pick up some beer for an outdoor dinner party at a friend’s place on the river. I was dying in the heat."Hot. Africa hot.." and chuckled to myself.I have no idea why anyone would stuff their dog onto a pack in this heat. It must be misery for the dog. I leave Lily in the cool comfort of the apartment on days like today. But when she needs to go out, I definitely dont add my body heat to hers. She walks on the grass. I take the hot sidewalk. So weird…

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    1. Beer on a river – perfect day for it! Are those the friends who have that wonderful French country house-looking house? What kind of beer did you choose for the inferno of a day?

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      1. Yes! Those are the same friends. I brought a selection of pFriem pints that I picked up at the Co-Op. A pilsner, hazy IPA and a regular IPA. We shared them so I got to taste them all. Have you tried those? Pretty tasty.

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      2. Have only had their pilsner. It’s good! I can’t drink IPAs. Something about the hops or something – instant headache.

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      3. Hmm….I did have a headache that night…I don’t usually drink IPAs anymore either. They are delicious but maybe that’s why I stopped. Do you have allergies to grasses?

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      4. Not sure. I know I have allergies but have never really gotten tested for specifics. Same thing happens with rye. Instant headache that lasts two nights, or two big sleeps. Weird. There must be a common element in IPAs and rye.

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      5. I think wheat is the common element in IPA…rye, wheat, grass…I’ve never been tested either. I’m opposed to being allergic to anything 😁

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      6. I eat a lot of wheat. And I suspect it doesn’t love me. I know people ridicule the GF folks, but I think it might be a knee jerk reaction, a la masks. I read an interesting article that I now can’t find years ago talking about how the wheat we eat now is not the wheat we ate 40 years ago. I might have a go at cutting it out. I’m not sure I can. Because baguettes. (FWIW, I have a baguette 3 times a year. I’d have them more often if I were more organized. They sound boujie, but I view them very differently. A staple.)

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      7. SAME. A childhood in Brussels ruined me for life. Baguettes and butter. I limit the frequency but I will never truly let them go.

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  2. The forecast this week is downright fickle. Can’t believe the temp is just going straight back up, tomorrow. that picture of the pooch at the top is crazy funny, lol Poor dog on the bottom is just being strangled by corset, thought. I hope it’s more comfortable than it looks.

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