For a different kind of "mmm," my special post-donation meal was two types of soup at Old Wives' Tales. I had a cup each of the house specialty soup Hungarian Mushroom and of the shrimp-laden gazpacho, because I couldn't decide between the two of them. Good stuff, and the right amount of stuff: no going nuts with too much food.
Yes, today it might get to 100 degrees and I'm eating soup. (Hey, half of it was cold soup.) Next, to keep cool, I'll visit Mom and Dad in Dundee, with their daylight basement. Their naturally cool basement.