They say that "it's not the heat, it's the humidity!" Well, they're dorks. When the mercury hits 100 degrees with a 108 degree heat index, humidity falls by the wayside. It can be as dry as a bone, you're still gonna be sweating your brains out.
In spite of the revolting temperatures (it is August, after all), we had a good day. I found an 1880 recipe for Chocolate Spice Cake With Icing and decided to provide the dessert for today's Prairie lunch. You can see the recipe on www.FoodReference.com, just be sure to take note of one or two minor typos. The cake itself was pretty easy to make, and was a huge hit. Tastes quite a bit like gingerbread with chocolate frosting. Extreme yumminess.
I learned a valuable lesson today. When it's hot and muggy, spinning is a really dumb idea. Especially cotton. The cotton staple is about as substantial as a gnat's fart. It likes to drift. It likes to cling. It likes to drive me right straight up the wall because I'm sitting in front of a big barn door with a twelve m.p.h. crosswind and my dress and apron are apparently made of cotton magnet material and my hands are sweating and I'm ready to run screaming across the prairie!
Don't spin on a hot day.