No witty caption today

It is a cruel hot sun out there at the moment. It’s the kind of sun that turns old people into stone when it’s rays hit their frail skin and burns small children to a cinder… and then it walks away laughing. I didn’t even need to use salt on the food in the kitchen today as we seasoned the hell out of every dish with our own sweat. I have lost so much weight I fear my children won’t recognize me when I return home. It’s effing hot.

My brain cannot possibly continue with this witty repertoire. I think it has actually started to mellllllllt… downward spiral.

Here is something I made today while my brain was still functioning.

Brain too hot

Brain too hot

80-100g of your favourite fish, poached or baked or fried until just cooked, and then broken into chunks
¼ cup diced, cooked potato
10 small croutons* (you know. That crunchy cooked bread shit)
10 half disks of carrot
8 slices radish
enough dill ranch dressing to coat. 1-2 tablespoons will be good (recipe follows)
• Mixy mixy everything together
• Eat
• It’s still too hot
• My beer is already warm dammit (and I’m not a very slow drinker)

1 cup mayonnaise
¾ cup buttermilk
¼ cup sour cream
½ teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon white pepper
1 tablespoon finely diced onion
½ teaspoon crushed garlic
1 pinch dried thyme
1 tablespoon chopped dill
1 tablespoon finely chopped parsley

*Make your croutons out of gluten free bread if you are gluten intolerant. Smart