Walking on the Sidewalk, Hotter Than a Matchhead

Potapas!  My dream Sweet Potato tortilla that I can eat without headaches!

I love making summer foods like these pulled pork tacos with a cool salad and lots of fresh toppings.  This might be one of the only normal things about this particular summer.  I'm sure it will go down as the most odd.  Wearing masks in the extreme heat, still not able to really do much, no indoor dining, or movie theaters.  The beaches are at capacity by 9:30am.  I've spent no time with friends and barely leave the house except to go back and forth from work because it's so hot.  News bites have become too big a part of my daily life.  You can start to believe the pictures they paint.  Another missing comfort is daily texting from multiple people, a check in of sorts. At first during the Pandemic, everyone was keeping in touch and now it seems it's dropped off a bit.  Each is dealing with their own isolation reality.  There is less to say because we're experiencing less, although reading more which is a plus.  And crime is way up in the city.  Crazy things are taking place.  Dead bodies on top of McDonald's, decapitated heads in a high rise, a 1 year old was shot up, horrible images.  At first I thought we were hearing these stories to prove we need cops but now I'm not so sure.  Wretched things happen everyday in New York that somehow don't come to light.  I realized that one day when I mistakenly added the NY1 News app to my phone.  If you read each alert, you would surely live your ass in a state of deep fear.   But I also feel a slight shift happening on the streets even in my limited view.  People are certainly driving more hostile, angry, less patient.  Less cops also have made laws more interpretive.  Cars are running red lights like bikes, slowing instead of full stops at stop signs.  Normally, the youth would be in their skimpy clothes, the mating ritual in full force and they need to blow off that steam.  Everyone is being tested.  How much can you take?  Friends are trapped with their alcoholic husbands without respite.  Kids are home ALL the time with pent up energy.  As I write this in July the temperatures will reach almost 100 today with 67% humidity.  This city is a lidded boiling pot ready to blow. 

Thank goodness for pickled red onions, avocado and corn salsa made with ripe donut peaches.  I don't know how I would survive without these simple luxuries in life right now. 

Well!!! Dontcha know it's a Donut Peach