Everybody's talking about it. Fall.
It's almost here, but of course, it's already here. Football. School. The new TV shows. That damn, perplexing pumpkin sun: hot one minute, ghostly the next.
I'm emotionally labile right about now, not only because I recently surged through a brain-busting bout of depression, but because this time of year — the changing of seasons — always does a number on me.
I love summer and really hate to see it go.
Summer 2006 was mean to me, though. A horrendous heat wave I think I'm still recovering from. That darned slide off the happy cliff. A regretable absence from the kitchen. The cruel death of my sole tomato plant.
So I decided to embrace fall. It's coming anyway; might as well jump in.
I'm looking at recipes for deep, earthy foods. Squash, the tail end of tomatoes, braises, even baked goods. I don't bake! But I might.
It's a delicious time of contradictions.
Read Shuna's compelling ode to Autumn here. She tells it much better.