Today was not the first day of fall, but it sure felt like it here - only a few days late. We've been waiting and waiting and waiting for the cooler weather. 25 days of September had highs in the 90s. Yes, today is the 27th - so we had the 4th hottest September in 70 something years. But the cool weather instantly inspired all things fall for me. I cooked a big pot of chili heating my kitchen back up the 90 degrees that I escaped just yesterday. I started thinking about squash and apples and Chinese hot pot. I wore long sleeves and steadfastly refused to push them up when the kitchen got said hot. We opened the windows.
So, while I was stirring my big pot of black bean chili (with some eggplant sneaked in for veggie bulk), I looked at my can of roasted tomatoes. And I felt regret for the end of tomato season. Oh sure, I can get tomatoes at the supermarket year round, but, seriously, it just ain't the same. And then I realized that there will be no more peaches, no more zucchini, no more blueberries, no more super succulent, sweet and tender corn on the cob. I am so sad. Like then end of a summer time fling, I leave summer satisfied, but secretly long for one more kiss from a sun drenched Caprese salad. Rats. I guess that is the beauty of eating seasonally. We enjoy the best of the best, and then they leave us wanting more, waiting in anticipation for the next first fresh taste.
Oh well, on to fall. Autumn is fledgling here. Send me your favorite fall recipes, please.
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