You’ll have to forgive me if I’m still ranting about the insufferable humidity here. It’s not getting any better. We’re still inside the monsoon season, getting patches of dry heat here and there. It rains most afternoons and unfortunately, I will have to wait a few more months before the raging weather systems quiet down.
The thought of relocating to cooler climes has definitely crossed my mind. But at the mo, it’s nowhere near practical. I’ve exhausted my supply of granita and to be honest, if I so much as put a teaspoonful of these icy shards near my mouth, I swear my teeth will scream, ‘Granita again @#$%^& ???’ Pure murder.
So I’ve decided to do something my dad taught me when I was about 8 years old. Instead of using cold to counter the heat, I’m fighting fire with fire!
Yes, I’m assembling fish tacos with just-bought tilapia fillets, my brother’s spicy mango salsa and sour cream that had been laced with hot sauce. With that much heat, I’m expecting to sweat like mad and imagining my skin beginning to feel cooler as the perspiration evaporates. Got my cold beer in one hand and a buri fan in the other, all that’s lacking right now are huge waves crashing into tropical beaches. And perhaps a few shirtless surfers parading their bangin’ beach bods for my viewing pleasure.
Hmmmm…. I’m beginning to like this sultry weather…
xxx
Karima
