The past week has seen record-highs for the midwest with each day hitting (or almost hitting) 80 degrees. In March. This is not normal weather for us let me tell you. One day last week I was having to wear my winter coat because it was 20 degrees, but then the next day I’m able to wear sandals and capris around trying desperately to keep cool.
To celebrate the crazy-warm weather my family and I held our first cookout of the season on Sunday. We enjoyed a spread of burgers, brats and other typical cookout fare. You know it’s a good day when you come home smelling like grill. 🙂 We use a brown sugar/cayenne pepper rub to help give the burgers a delicious crust that helps to keep in the moisture. If you like sweet and spicy flavor on your burgers you should try it!
Side note: I do not do well in heat. At all. Like at all, at all. Right now I only have one oscillating fan that I inherited from my grandmother and it has definitely seen better days. But today all of that changed when I finally went and got myself a box fan. Yes I know – I could have gotten one sooner like when I first moved into this place. But I’m lazy so I didn’t and basically melted last summer.
If you’re like me you come home, unwrap yourself from the various cold weather implements you have donned to protect from the cold, immediately put on some comfy slippers and/or pants, and then turn towards the kitchen.
Just for clarification I am NOT a very neat person. The state of my kitchen is, shall we say, a tad messy. There are currently dishes in the sink region from past evenings that have yet to make their way into the dishwasher. The empty soda cans that need to be recycled are slowly migrating out into the room.
That being said, when I get home I really really find it hard to get motivated to take the time to cook a proper meal. I find myself often eating out of the pantry or the freezer. Which in the short term tends not to be a problem but after a while I get completely sick of pre-packaged dinners. The situation is weird because not only do I love to cook (when I’m not drained from the day) but I actually enjoy the meal that much more because it’s homemade. So begins the nightly dilemma: do I take the easy way out and go with something from the freezer? Or do I delay gratification for a meal that ultimately will be more satisfying but will take longer to create?
Final decision: Today was a total cop-out and I had a bagel for dinner. I’m a culinary failure. But I did put some chicken in the crockpot so maybe I really broke even.