I’ll have to whisper, because I don’t want summer to find out.
I am looking forward to autumn.
See, not something we want summer to know about. She might stomp off in a huff, leaving behind grey skies and falling leaves. And what would that mean for us? It would mean it is time to eat mushroom pasta, and spiced apple desserts and warming soups. Okay, that’s not bad. Not bad at all. However, it is not quite time. Not quite, but almost. Hot chocolate, pumpkin pie and hazelnut cookies have started to appear in my dreams. Soon, very soon.
But first, there are the season’s last tomatoes to bake. Molly Wizenberg explained how, and I cannot imagine a better transition into a cooler season.