Good morning Everyone!
I noticed today that one of the postings that made “Freshly Pressed” yesterday was entitled “The Beauty of Eating Outdoors.” I didn’t read the post, but the phrase did make me think.
I am sure that to many of you, the idea of eating outdoors brings pleasurable, vague feelings involving sidewalk cafes, family picnics and sunshine with a slight breeze.
Not me. The thought of eating outdoors brings two words to mind – bugs and heat. Picnics are especially prone to invasion by members of the insect family, and I am an equal opportunity insect hater – I care not whether the invader is a mosquito, an ant, a bee, a wasp or even one of the almost infinite number of species of beetles. I don’t like them. At all. Especially around my food or anywhere were the insect might, heaven forbid, actually touch me. My sisters and I were so bad about the uninvited guests that come to picnics that my parents ditched the idea of family picnics except in the most exigent circumstances from the time I was 8.
The association of heat with eating outdoors is a later addition. The association arises because I live in the Southeast United States. During those summer days when people in the Northeast are enjoying balmy days somewhere in the low 80’s with pleasantly light winds, we are sweltering in the 90’s with 100% or higher humidity. This weather starts in Alabama in May and won’t really depart for good until mid-October. When the only way to survive the heat and humidity is to run from the air-conditioned house to the air-conditioned car to the air-conditioned store to the air-conditioned office and back again, FN. the idea of eating outside is unthinkable. (We had a car salesman once tell my mother and sisters and I that he wouldn’t consider buying even a bicycle down here without air conditioning.)
So, without regret or even a second thought, I will respectfully decline the chance to experience “The Beauty of Eating Outdoors.”
Have a great day everyone!
FN. I firmly believe that the inventor of air conditioning deserves a national holiday every bit as much as our President’s do! Those Presidents who came from the Southeast would agree with me.