It’s hot hot hot out beyond the hum of the AC. Lemon, basil, zucchini ribbons, cold-roast-chicken, on can-we-bear-to-fire-up-the-toaster bread. Press that bread down down down to the red hot coils and flee the premises. Apply cool compresses to your neck and forehead before assembling your sandwich.
Photo by Renee Comet
Styling by Summer Chicken Cherkasky
Recipe and other pertinent stuff here.
Eat chicken
all the live long year.
Great goodness to the Little Red Hen, I am hotter than a hen party in Hades from all this hunt and pecking. Gotta go soak my beak in an ice bath.
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