Lord, have mercy it's been hot! Today's better but yesterday and the day before were pretty awful. Heat is oppressive anywhere you live but I always imagine it to be worse in the city. My friend, Fran, lives in North Georgia where she settled after living for over twenty years in a small walk-up apartment on 11th St. in Greenwich Village. I'm always envious of her country lifestyle. I was complaining about the heat to her just yesterday but didn't get much sympathy. This week she's taking care of a neighbor's brood of piglets while the neighbor is away and she say's it's warm there, too. The little pigs nibble her toes, she says, and squeal like crazy when she approaches with her pail of whatever it is she feeds them. She says she's giving up eating pork. I told her to not rush into that decision because she might not feel that way once her duties are done but she's headstrong. She thinks that the heat is worse in New York because concrete holds it in. Not sure that's true but starting this time every year, I ache for the first cool days of autumn. That being said, I do love summer food. Tomatoes, corn, basil, summer squash, zucchini, berries, melon, plums, apricots---there is great fare to be had this time of year and our farmer's market at Union Square is the place to find it. I'll be heading down there early tomorrow to see what's on hand. Maybe I'll take some photos to send Fran so she'll remember that Manhattan is more than concrete and glass. And I'll pick up some bacon, too, but I won't tell Fran!
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