Dear Mother Nature,
I thought we had a deal. You provide nice weather and tons of fresh produce during the summer, and I in turn eat healthier, laying off things like homemade croissants or baked pasta, and get time to work in my garden.
Believe me, I would be keeping my end of the promise if I could. But it’s hard to eat a garden-fresh salad when my garden is drowning. And it’s hard to stop baking when the last thing I want to do is leave the house.
Therefore, you have left me no choice. There will be baked orecchiette and cheese for dinner, followed by a batch of cookies. I will continue to cook as if it were February until you hold up your end of the bargain.
I eagerly await your response.
Sincerely,
Pam
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