Autumn continues to waver in and out of the air here in the high desert, the place where summer loves to linger. In October it is as if the two are dancing and if you had not experienced seasons before, you really would not know who is to take the lead. You are swept away in their movement.
But the nights speak of what is to come. In the dark is where the answers to the future await. Laying beneath the blanket of stars in the indigo sky, your exposed skin touches the beginnings of the ice season. I sleep under an open window to feel the cold air when I awake, and I do not know if I crave this or a lover’s touch more. They are both divine.
All of this brings me to dust off the fall and winter cookbooks! I always imagine, if there is a time when we must rely solely on old ways to sustain ourselves, I shall be the one that cooks for my people. There is magic in a meal made with care and love. Beyond the muscles and cells, it keeps the spirit fed. Oh and I will knit warm sweaters, too!
The most beautiful kitchen I have ever seen. It was the first page I opened to when I got this book from the library and yes, it made me cry like a weirdo.
This is just as exciting as my jewelry workbench or a palette and canvas awaiting a brush.
A delicious pumpkin muffin with no sugar, only some delightful honey to sweeten it a bit. Yum.