Too hot to eat lunch in the garden today....
too hot to cook.....
except to bung some olive oil-drenched tomatoes and garlic, thyme and basil into the oven.
I love this heat.....my friend says she imagines me being a lizard on my favourite wall. My favourite wall this afternoon is actually the sofa with a book, keeping out of the sun. But as soon as I sit down my eyes close....and I don't smell my tomato quarters, fragrant with garlic and balsamic vinegar, burning in the oven.
I scrape the very charred mess into a bowl - some of the tomatoes are still recognisable, still edible - but only by my husband who likes anything a bit charcoled. I'm so disappointed - I bought them in the organic farmers' market this morning and imagined them for supper, loaded onto to a slice of sour dough toast like my friend cooked them for us the other day - all juicy and sticky and salty sweet. Not to be.
Tonight I can't stop thinking about the family, the friends of the 298 people who died in the plane crash in the air above Eastern Ukraine this evening.....can't imagine that kind of pain.....
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