All it took for me to realize that I’m ready to usher in the wonders of Fall was a chilly, rainy day. Last week we had a couple days that were filled with dark clouds, dreary afternoons, and numerous rain showers. I find these types of days inspiring and was suddenly anxious to bid farewell to the heat of Summer.
I’m a Fall girl. I’ve never hidden the fact that I enjoy my love affair with the season. I love the colors, the smells, the layers, the return of festivals, and the food.
Oh, the food.
When Fall arrives it’s feels like the joy of cooking returns. It brings with it stews and soups and many other comfort foods that only seem to make sense when the weather is a bit more brisk. It’s as if the Earth is giving us permission to pack on a couple extra pounds with the warmth of baked breads, fresh jams, and warm pots of chili that cook low and slow. It’s the type of food that warms the soul and makes me ache to have as many people as possible around my table.
My urge to be in the kitchen returned last week with a vengeance. And, I owe it to that chilly, rainy day. I’ve begun researching and planning all the new things I hope to try this season. I can’t wait to turn off the air conditioning, run my oven for an afternoon, and end the day with a renewed appreciation for pot roast.
It’s almost Fall ~ and my kitchen and I can’t wait!
