RecipeMuncher

Being hungry in an air-conditionless apartment is the absolute worst. I mean, I have an AC wall unit, but I refuse to turn it on for more than 4 minutes at a time for the sake of my power bill. But anyway, lunchtime comes, and I make myself a quesadilla in the stifling kitchen, and afterward, I’m like, “Oh my GOD, I should NOT have eaten HOT CHEESE.” It’s like that scene in Anchorman… When it’s this toasty, all I really want is ice-cold comfort: which means (...)