I'm a Glutton...for Punishment

It's July in NYC; we have no A/C in the kitchen. And yet...I simmer sauce on the stovetop for an hour. I boil water for spaghetti. All while preparing the dough for a new cookie recipe I'm testing for a book coming out next fall as the oven preheats to 350 degrees. I'm feeling great solidarity with the guys at my local pizza parlor, the traffic cop on 34th & 7th at noon, the bakers and cooks and Con Ed workers--everyone who's got to endure the steam and the heat and the sweat to do their jobs. Everything I've done tonight will be delicious, if I may say so myself, but by the time I've made it all, served it, and sat down, I'm really only interested in my icy glass of crisp pinot grigio.