The days are pushing 100 plus in Missoula lately and I find it creepy. It was a balmy 81 degrees in my house when I went to bed last night. I usually despise the stale, fake feeling of air-conditioned environments but I am becoming increasingly interested in spending a lot of time in those spaces. Andy says that since I have some of him in me, I am changing. His examples include: I now like ice in my water whereas for the last ten years that he has known me, I have routinely sent water back in restaurants unable to tolerate anything other than room temp; I can’t get enough San Pellegrino–a company that I think Andy should seek sponsorship from because every single day in the summer, he cracks a bottle open, pours it in a glass with a pinch of lime and declares it the most satisfying taste sensation he has ever experienced; and now I like air conditioning. There is some of him in me.
One great thing about this heat is the affect on my edible garden! My zucchinis are growing about an inch a day. It is wild.
Carrots are growing strong and my peppers are just peeking out of their flowers. I will have enough basil to cook a pesto dinner for 200. My sweet peas are too hot against my garage; they are dry and sadly struggling to produce one flower at a time. Summer squash will be ready in a week or two.
