Fall

© 2014 C. Bertelsen

Picturing the Last Weekend of Fall

Just outside my front door, ice sparkles on the small brown bridge. I know the signs: autumn fled like a thief in the night. Only yesterday, leaves blazing scarlet and saffron hung like Christmas baubles on the trees. Now there’s nothing but a memory of those exquisite jewels. Time to burrow and savor the stews…

The Signs of Autumn

Yes, I know, this seems to have nothing to do with food. But it has everything to do with food and eating. Autumn – in the northern hemisphere – signals the end of salads and the onslaught of heavy, stomach-stretching dishes that evoke nostalgia. And satiety, a sense of repleteness that raw vegetables can never…