Last week, it was so hot that even a heat-seeker like me was driven into the shade to drip sweat and wonder when our beloved fog will return to cool us off.
When it gets hot here, the breeze dies at the same time, so it seems doubly warm. And our south-facing house with wide windows collects the heat and packs it inside, a great thing on a cool winter day but not so great on a hot summer one. Cooking, if done at all, is barbecuing on days like that.
Best of all is when My Beloved saves the day by bringing home something pre-made. This time, it was a roasted teriyaki chicken, complete with white and black sesame seeds, from the deli at Market Hall in Oakland. It was wonderfully moist with a rich, sweet glaze. I could have used a touch more ginger bite but when the Cavalry arrives in the nick of time to save me from heating up the kitchen, I don't nitpick.