Frozen Grapes!

I bet this super futuristic spaceman at Disneyland in the 1960s ate frozen grapes.  via

It is hot in NYC this weekend.  Like, for real hot. Not just normal, late-spring warm. Yesterday wasn't bad, but today, with the humidity from an impending storm system setting in, it's miserable.  We live on the fourth floor of an old, poorly insulated apartment building, and all of our windows face east.  It's nice because the sunlight helps wake you up when you have to get up early, but we have no cross-breeze, and the morning sun manages to heat our apartment up by like 20 degrees in the summer. Oh, and, the sun helps wake you up even when you don't have to get up early.

So anyway. It's hot.  E and I had decided to wait until June 1st to put in our air conditioner, but that's mostly just because we forgot how miserable it is in here without the AC (and with it, truth be told, but the heat is greatly abated).  So today, while he escaped to the law school library to do some studying and soak in the air conditioning, I've been melting here.  And yeah, I could go to campus myself, but somehow spending 50+ minutes each way on public transportation doesn't seem like the best use of my time when I should be working on the presentation I have to give tomorrow morning.  So, I suffer.

I did, however, decide to make frozen grapes!  The internet has been exclaiming the wonders of frozen grapes for a very long time, but I have always been skeptical.  However, with the temperature climbing and grapes available for practically nothing a pound at the fruit stands around here, I decided it was worth a shot.  And they are DELICIOUS!  Why didn't I trust the internet, that magical beast that brought me lolcats and babbies* and catsinsinks?!  For shame.

They are sweet and juicy and COLDCOLDCOLD, and the texture is really pretty awesome.  They do not turn into little stones as I suspected!  I highly recommend them as a sweet, cold treat that won't wreck your waistline.

*E accidentally wrote "babby" in his law school notes.  As in, a woman went on a 3-day crack binge and her babby (sic) died from dehydration. As in, it's really not funny, but it is. I am a terrible person, and if I believed in Hell, I would certainly be on the fast track.