Dinner these nights is either a tomato sandwich and a glass of wine or ice cream. I call it "frozen dinner." Hey, don't knock it — there's calcium and enough calories to fuel an evening under the ceiling fan, watching Tour de France.
Call it the Tour de Glace — we've made dinner of Cece's, Jeni's at Bongo Hot and Cold (that golden ale with apricot — woof!), Bobbie's Dairy Dip, Las Paletas, Bravo Gelato, Maggie Moo, Pied Piper, Whole Foods ice cream counter, and Porta Via, so far. (Just as an aside, if there's a more densely, deeply chocolate ice cream in town than Porta Via's, I don't know about it)
The air-conditioner and ice maker repair services will be here eventually, and with them goes our excuse for sweet, frosty meals.
What's your strategy for cool dining in uncivilized temperatures? And why isn't there a women's Tour de France? The comments section awaits your observations, ideas and questions.