Hot spot or not
Chris, here, happy to join the Metrobloggers. Thought I’d jump in with a small discussion of a recurring local topic – the heat. Comments about our Arizona heat seem to surface in many places – local conversation, the Weather Channel, even the BBC. While I don’t exactly buy the “dry heat” thing, I can’t say it’s that much worse than those horribly sticky 85 degree/90 percent humidty days common to midwest summers. I relate Arizona summers to eastern winters spent in hibernation. Arizona summers create a hibernation of sorts, but at least we aren’t layerd in 2-1/2 tons of clothes. The sun is always shining and rain on the weekend is usually cause celebre, not an evil, plan-destroying plot. For those who like to self-indulge as a reward for heat endurance, I recently discovered a new treat — gelato. It’s an Italian dessert, much like ice cream, that is silky smooth and comes in an amazing variety of flavors. It has about 1/3 the calories of premium ice cream but doesn’t seem even a little bit like diet food. My first-ever dish was consumed at Gelato Spot, northwest corner of 32nd St and Camelback. My last two trips have been to Angel Sweet, Dobson Rd and Chandler Blvd. I found the gelato at both places equally delicious and suggest that convenience be your guide. I’ve heard there is a gelato place off the new 202 at Gilbert Rd.; however, Google hasn’t found them yet. I did find reference to Aunt Lena’s Creamery, a gelato place opening in the Fulton Ranch Towne Center, Arizona Blvd and Ocotillo Road. Maybe my source had her locations mixed up? Regardless, I highly recommend a trip to your nearest gelato emporium – reward yourself for being a stalwart, uncomplaining, heat-bearing Arizonan (Arizonian? Arizone? Have we had this discussion?)


Arizonan will do.
The heat here really is dry in comparison to other places. 20% humidity here is nothing.
I didn’t buy into that, either, until a couple of years ago when I went to New Hampshire in June and experienced that special kind of hell with temperatures in the 90s with humidity percentages to match.
That convinced me to refrain from punching out the next person who uttered those famous (sometimes last) words, “it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity.”