The Santa Anas have started blowing through San Diego this week. Late Wednesday morning I walked from our office, through the livingroom, into the kitchen thinking how pleasant the weather was, but when I headed back through the apartment toward the office with my glass of water, the air in the livingroom was suddenly oppressively hot. Like an oven. There was a steady breeze blowing through the front door, but the air was hot and dry.
"Well, shit" I thought, "the Santa Anas have arrived."
While I had purchased a chicken to roast this week, the weather has been too hot to turn on the oven the last few days. Yes, I know the USDA guidelines, but with a pastured, freshly-processed chicken one refrigerates right away and then cooks (duh), a few extra days will be fine.
So last night we arranged to meet our friends Matt and Lynnea for dinner at one of our favorite places for good food and great beer, Blind Lady Ale House. If you consider yourself a beer or pizza connoisseur, and you find yourself in San Diego, take a break from the downtown and hotel circle chain establishments, and make your way to BLAH. So great. And if you're a San Diegan who hasn't dined there yet--well don't admit it! Just get there ASAP! "Toot sweet" if you will. Hahah.
I love how an evening with friends at a restaurant I adore can relax me. I was so grouchy yesterday afternoon! But a few hours with good company and good food and drink fixed my attitude right up!
I do hope our San Diego autumn isn't too warm for too long--I love cozy sweaters and autumn cooking--but I can't complain too much about lovely weather and dear friends. I hope your week is winding down just as nicely. Happy Friday!
