Baking Lessons

When it sizzles is not my way of losing one's mind

Sizzling Parrot by David Crellen

The 121-degree, windless sun was baking Ralph's parking lot and the self-created breeze hurt my face as I walked to the store. 

I can think of a more fun way fo going mad. But I had to shop for our dinner. Many restaurants close during the summer months in the Coachella Valley as the snow-birds, wisely, return to their northern nests.

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