Years ago, I spent my summer in two places – a heavily air conditioned area or the beach. If I wasn’t laying out in the sun and enjoying that beach smell, you wouldn’t catch me dead without crisp, cool, dehumidified air. And then I moved out and started paying for that luxury and married a man who more often than not gets a headache with a/c and life got twisted.
Now, we’re a fan family. While we have a window unit for crazy hot days, I’ve started to see it as some kind of weird challenge – how many times can I avoid using this thing before the end of summer? Because of that, we rely on the grill pretty heavily to cook meals.