Today we have a special treat for you: a letter from our friend Anina Moore, who has been doing the Fifty Bucks a Week thing down in Austin, in the great state of Texas. We’re looking to make these letters from friends in far-flung places an occasional feature of the blog, and we’re delighted to bring you Anina’s take on onions as a first offering.
Now, take it away, Anina!
red onion
Anina in Austin writes:
When some good friends of mine moved down here from Albany, one of them referred to the winter days we’d spend inside watching movies and playing board games—then she stopped herself and said, “I guess that’s not what winter’s like down here.”
No, that’s what summer’s like. This summer, we had over 60 days of 100 degree temps or higher. We broke records that weren’t set all that long ago. And we were hot. It’s hot outside, so unless you’re going swimming, or exercising in the dark, it’s too hot to get any nature-based fitness fun. It’s hot indoors, even with AC (which is considered a God-/Flying Spaghetti Monster-/Ceiling Cat-given right around here), since I want to spend less on my electric bill than on my mortgage. Summer is when I gain weight—not with winter’s carbs, but with summer’s: ice cream.
As for the meals I have between ice cream scoops, I’m not really interested in turning on the stove (much less the oven). In the summer, I eat salads and sandwiches a lot: humble, healthy, easy, simple.
