I think every fall I adopt a favorite soup recipe and make it over and over until it’s perfect and everyone else is tired of it. I’ve been making this soup practically weekly since it started getting cold and I’m certainly not bored yet. It’s a crowd pleaser, what my inlaws call “friendly food” – warming and hearty. It’s so loaded with vegetables that it’s also very healthy without sacrificing any flavor. A pot of this soup is enough to feed me lunch all week.
Fig & olive oil challah
I woke up this weekend and turned my face to look out my bedroom window. It’s finally fall.
I love fall. I love that I get to wear sweaters and jackets during fall. I love that my hair whips around in the wind during fall. I love that when I wrap a scarf around my neck, it keeps getting pushed farther by the fall wind, until my face is finally obscured and I can’t see where I’m going. The fall chill has a vitality to it that isn’t the same in the winter. It’s crisper - I feel like I can hear it and feel it around me. Or is it just the crunching leaves that I can hear? Fall is alive and it makes me feel alive too.
Bean soup, candles & wine. Pure romance.
Of course I love fall food as well! Braises come out of my kitchen whenever I have the time. Bean stews are a regular player on my menu plans. If I can stir roasted squash into it, thats even better (best bean soup recipe ever, coming soon!) And the baking. Apples, pumpkins and spices everywhere. I picture an apple muffin, gently torn open, with steam rising from the tender crumb. These foods make me feel warm. These foods are the equivalent of sitting in a well-cushioned chair with a blanket wrapped around you and a purring cat in your lap. Heaven.
And fall is a time to celebrate! Fall is Halloween fun and Thanksgiving abundance. Fall is family gathered around a table, laughing and eating for hours. Fall is three sisters holding mittened hands while taking a walk by the river. It’s a time for special occasions between special people.
Butternut squash, waiting to be roasted
I have even more to celebrate than usual this fall. On a chilly evening, Daniel got down on one knee and told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. I agreed with this plan and now there’s a sparkly ring perched on my left hand. I don’t know what to do with myself I’m so happy, but I’m pretty sure it’s going to involve a lifetime of baking this man pies.
You guys, there’s going to be a really great party next year where you’ll see me wearing white. And it’s going to be in the fall.
Love forever, in the fall
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