For those of you who don’t live in a place that offers four complete, unique seasons you may not recognize the phenomenon I’m experiencing.
Imagine that it’s the dead of winter – January or February. Outside it’s -32 degrees Celsius – though with the windchill factored in it feels like -47. When April rolls around and the high is +10 it feels warm, almost hot. Everybody’s walking around in t-shirts and driving with their car windows open.
On the flip side, the exact opposite happens in September – especially after a long, hot summer. Today when I left work it was +14 degrees. In late April or early May we would have been pleased and enjoying the ‘beautiful weather”. But today everybody was bitching about how cold it was. We were rolling up the car windows and pulling sweatshirts and light jackets on over the t-shirts.
The weirdest thing is that I’m actually thinking about braising something for dinner this week – something I don’t usually choose to do until mid-winter. I think I’m in shock. Yesterday it was hot – I think it hit +30 C. Tonight’s low is +3 C. Premature seasoning. They claim there will be a couple of cool days and then it will warm up again, so we’ll see if I’m pulled out of my early-fall-mid-winter freeze. By Sunday I’ll probably want nothing but a salad – or something simple on the grill. Or else I’ll put a pot-roast into the slow-cooker


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