Our Indian Summer was less fierce in western Oregon -- 82º, but muggy, humidity pushing eighty percent. Warm enough to justify cranking up the grill for supper. I did some onions, peppers, an eggplant, some chicken-apple sausage, and warmed up some bread. The resultant sandwich, on homemade walnut wheat/rye bread, also warmed on the grill, with a bit of sliced tomato from our whiskey barrel garden and a slather of Dijon mustard.
And a bottle of Black Butte Porter to wash it down ...
"it's a dry heat"
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