It easy for me to tell that autumn has come. I find myself reaching for long-sleeved shirts and boots, thinking about food.
A restless urge stirs inside me so that I sort through my bookshelves, releasing seven bags of books I no longer need. And I think about food.
I’m compelled to sort the family’s flannel sheets and throw out plastic lids with no containers, thinking wildly about food.
Roasted butternut-apple-onion soup.
Roasted beets in mango balsamic vinaigrette.
Kubocha pumpkin soup --- it doesn’t get any easier. Roast it and purée with the stock of your choice.
If you want to get fancier, quinoa salad with minced red onion, feta, orange segments, arugula, cilantro, mint, and chopped dried cranberries and apricots. Slivered almonds optional.
Oatmeal with persimmon, banana, walnut, and cranberry. No sugar or milk needed.
Pears baked in apple juice with cinnamon and vanilla.
Or just an Asian pear (also called apple pears) thinly sliced, with a cup of ginger honey tea.
Here are some thoughts about weddings, writing, and the world. Enjoy.