Morning, everybody! It's hot in DC today, and it will be hot again tomorrow. This is the kind of weather that really turns me off cooking. It's just not pleasant to stand in my shoe box kitchen, roasting and steaming right along with the food I'm preparing. So, when the humidity--and the circumference of my hair--increases, I tend to eat out.
Tonight, I'm gathering with some of my favorite people at a cafe for pizza. But the last time this sort of heat took over my city, a couple of weeks ago, I could be found at a tiny Adams Morgan joint, eating Mexican. Lots of Mexican. And not the greasy, now-I-feel-ill kind, but the fresh, give-me-some-more kind. The place where such food can be found is called Pica Taco, and if you click here you can read my review of it, published today in the Washington Post.
I have to go dunk my head in cold water now. Have a great day, and remember Pica Taco the next time you're not in the mood to cook. Or just the next time you're hungry for good food.