It's true. Spring is coming, the air is warming, the rain is here, the masses are emerging from underground where they hibernated away the winter months. Umbrellas are out and soon will be bare legs and toes. The snow is melted, the winter gear is being put into storage. The city is turning from grey to color. Pastels and pinks have hit storefronts, and before you know it, the city will turn into a crowded humid mess of stink. While the wealthy will retreat to their summer cottages upstate over the weekends with a basket of heirloom tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, and a bottle of port, the rest of us will open our windows, pull out our fans, and make sure our ice trays never emtpy. The oven will stay off, as will the stove, and you'll wonder, the sweat pouring down your sun-kissed brow, what in tarnation am I supposed to eat?!