It’s another beautiful Sunday in Austin, Texas! Typically during this time of year, I relinquish the oven from its faithful service and my cooking domain switches over to the counter top OR I kindly coax my chivalrous husband to man the grill. But it’s August 3rd and we’ve hardly hit the triple digits. My body is so seasoned in terms of the August + Austin = Melting equation when I temporarily become a “no” person in regards to any and all outdoor activities sans cool body of water, that I’m a bit at odds with what to do! The options are so bizarrely ubiquitous. Picnic in the park? Don’t mind if I do. Leisurely jog around the lake, sure! Watch in reverie as the glowing sun plunges beneath golden horizon from my back porch? Absolutely. I’m just in awe that I can walk outside and not immediately start to “glisten” (that’s a Southern euphemism for sweating your face off). I [don’t] apologize if you are reading this and live in a more temperate climate. We ramble on about the weather around here not because we are simpleminded, but rather because its capriciousness equally captivates and bewilders us (and our wardrobe!)…
