Ugh…It’s “summer” again in San Francisco. I’ve given a lot of praise to my city, but if there’s one thing I will never get over, it’s the lack of summer and the non-existent nature of warm summer nights.
In case you didn’t know, San Francisco has mild weather all year round ~ 50-60 degrees every day except for give or take 20 days out of the year where temps can reach 70-80 degrees. From June to August, the city gets blanketed in fog when the Central Valley heats up. My non-scientific explanation is this: the heat from the Central Valley sucks the cold air and moisture from the Pacific Ocean through The Golden Gate Straight and gets trapped over our beloved city in the form of bone-chilling fog.
Recently, we just experienced one of those delightful weeks of the 75+ degree days. But, like most things in life, all good things must come to an end. This morning I traded in my running shorts and tank top for long spandex and a running jacket. The fog was sitting heavily over our neighborhood and didn’t look like it would lift all day. And once Karl the Fog rolls in, I immediately know what I want to make for dinner: a nice warm bowl of udon noodle soup with loads of sriracha sauce. It’s the perfect thing to make you sweat without weighing you down. After all, it still is “summer.”