WARMING UP

 Those of you who have had to put up with me bitching about commenting on our cool weather this Spring can now say it: nah-nah-nah-NAH-nah-nah.

For on this April 30th here in lovely Arizona, the mercury has climbed to near 80 degrees in mid-afternoon.

That's almost 27 degrees Celsius in Canada and Europe and Australia and, well, most of the rest of the enlightened world.

Now I'm not complainin'.

In fact I fired up the oven in the Taylor Family Kitchen this morning to replenish Judy's supply of English Muffin Bread.

Honest to gawd, they really aren't that ugly.

They're purtier than that, I swear.

I even tipped one loaf over on it's side to try to get an artsy-fartsy shot.

Well, there's not much else I can do.

Like me, they don't photograph well.

But Judy says they make great toast for her breakfast so there.

I remember many years ago when I was working for a television station in Phoenix, where it gets much hotter than here.

I got the bright idea one day to see if the old saying "It's so hot you could fry an egg on the sidewalk" was actually true.

Maybe if we'd left it longer it might have fried.

Or burned, more likely.

But the idea was a failure as the egg just turned into a slimy mess on the sidewalk.

It did work (sort of) though when we tried one on the hood of my photographer's car.

I don't think our culinary efforts got picked up by either Gourmet or Bon Appetit magazines though.

I'm still waiting to hear from the Food Channel.