Give Me Just One Night…(Our Ninety point Eight Degree Apartment)
Our apartment feels like the surface of the sun. As I walk up the stairs to get here, I get *almost* to the fourth floor landing, and run into a wall of heat that only intensifies as I unlock our front door.
Such is living in a fourth floor walkup with no air conditioning. In June. During the hottest summer Chicago has seen since 1995. When the temperature spiked to 100º today, I knew our apartment would be bad, but ugh.
My kitchen thermometer reads 90.8º, and it is because of this heat that I am in no mood to cook. We got our second CSA box yesterday, filled with all kinds of fun things (Kohlrabi is the weirdest looking vegetable ever). I’m excited, like always, but the only things I’ve done is eat stuff we made last week or make recipes that don’t involve actual cooking. We have lots planned for these things, so hopefully this crazy weather cools down and we can enjoy it!