Margo Oxendine
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It’s hot. And why wouldn’t it
be? It’s August. August ranks right up there with July as my two least
favorite months. I know, the rest of you embrace summer and all it
entails: Family vacations, grilling outside, frolicking in the pool.
Cranky old loners such as I plan our vacations when
no one else is thronging to the beaches and the lakes and the museums. I
must admit, I would love being able to grill outside. That would mean
acquiring a grill.
Ahhh, I long for those little $10 iron hibachi grills
that you could set on your back stoop. I could work one of those. They
didn’t scare me to death. Today’s giant gas grills and their attendant
propane tanks? I won’t go near them. They require something I don’t
have: A man around the house who loves danger. If I did have such a
thing, my job would be to stay inside, watching fearfully from the
window, ready to call the rescue squad.
And frolicking in the pool? Well, no one loves
getting in the water more than I. In my youth, if there was a pool
nearby, I would be in it. Today, my only option is the public pool. And
public pools make me squeamish. They are packed with squealing children.
And I know just what those children are doing while they’re in the pool.
Playing “Marco Polo,” sure; yet I just know that, well, let’s say the
pool is always fuller than when they got in. I cringe just to think
about it.
So, I’ve developed my own beach bag of tricks to deal
with the heat of summer. Cool showers are nice. And a big lake makes me
a little more inclined to take a swim, if I must.
My stove gets quite lonely in the summer. I do not
cook unless it’s absolutely necessary. When I do, I make something in
the cool early morning hours, and eat it later. Frying up two tilapia
filets can feed me for lunch and dinner, two days in a row. Cold
sandwiches are my friend.
Here are some of my summer
meal tips: First and foremost, ice cream! Yes, I often
enjoy an ice cream dinner during the
hottest part of the late afternoon. Brownie gets to lick the bowl, so
she’s happy, too.
If I were inclined to adulterate my ice cream, I
could add chocolate syrup, made from cocoa beans; that’s a vegetable.
And a banana, there’s the fruit. Add nuts, and you’ve got protein.
There. All the basic food groups in one delicious dish.
I was eyeing the ice cream freezers at the
supermarket recently. Two dear little old ladies were considering the
attractive, splashy display. Ice cream freezers are absolutely the most
popular gathering spot on a summer supermarket trip. The ladies seemed
as if they might like a little help. Well, not really. But what did they
know? I stepped right up and offered some suggestions. We had a lovely
conversation about the virtues of chocolate swirled with peanut butter,
versus vanilla with chocolate chunks and globs of peanut butter. We all
chose the smooth one. Then, I suggested my very favorite ice cream:
Orange sherbet swirled with vanilla. I am addicted to Friendly’s Fruit
Swirl. It’s reminiscent of the Dreamsicles you used to get from the ice
cream truck. Remember when they roamed the neighborhoods in summer? When
I was a kid, I may not have heard my mother calling to come inside, but
I could hear that ice cream truck’s musical alert from five blocks away.
That gave me time to beg and plead for 15 cents. Ah, those were the
days.
Another summer dinner staple for me is a bowl of
cereal. I love a giant bowl of Special K Oats and Honey, with dried
dates and cranberries thrown in. It, too, contains all four food groups.
According to their TV ads, eating Special K will make you fit into your
bathing suit. The slogan on the box proclaims: Eat Smarter, Not Less.
Now you’re talking!
I just noticed, though, that a box is supposed to
contain 12 servings. Oh. I wonder why my boxes are good for only four?
I’ve been eating Special K all summer, and still haven’t braved
squeezing into my bathing suit. Then again, why would I need to? I’m not
headed to the public pool anytime soon.
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