I have always been an autumn/winter girl, for me there is nothing like the smell and feel of a cool day. The crunch of golden leaves underfoot or the wonder of intricate patterns that form perfect snowflakes and frosted pavements. Even when I was a slim young thing, summer never held the same feelings of utter joy for life that a good stormy day could - or still does. The food in cold weather gives a wonderful sense of comfort and love, the aromas wrapping around you like a warm embrace. No matter how beautifully presented, summer food has just never held the same pull for me; and the hot days appeal even less. So whilst many are glorying in these sultry summer days, I am counting the said same days down ready to welcome September.
Don't get me wrong, I sit on the patio with a good book and cuppa many times, but I am under canopy in the shadiest part. I take holidays abroad and at home in summer, my children would have linched me if I had suggested going somewhere cooler for our main hols each year. They and my ex love the sun and heat. I don't. I am truly one of those strange beings that think winter is 'cool beans' whilst everyone else seems to be shivering. The kids wrap up like eskimos whilst I am still in a tshirt. My favourite holidays have always seemed to be those taken out of season, in cooler places, where I have been able to explore the culture and food comfortably chilled - in temperature and temperament.
At 32*C, today has left me feeling rather out of sorts. The dog seems to be feeling a little jaded too. I can't be bothered with anything, even cooking. Now if you knew me well, you would know I adore cooking and baking and use it as therapy frequently. Nothing normally halts my obsession with concocting wonderful dishes for the people I hold dearest. Today I am halted, slam dunked by heat and grumpy as hell. Today I have dark thoughts to go and eat a tub of cornish ice cream, down ice cold chablis or dollop clotted cream onto cherry scones. But I don't, I sit with a glass of slimline tonic with lime and ice and a bowl of plain strawberries. I am not feeling virtuous though from sticking to my healthy eating, I'm feeling robbed of pleasure somehow. πππ£π£