It’s very very almost October, and autumn is here. The infinitely long, stretched-out days are done; instead we have dusky evenings and pinkish mornings

Tomatoes turn red all summer long, and then at the end of the season, they stop.

Enter veg box newsletter, stage left, unfurling a banner that reads “I Have Founde Soupe Reciepts From the Internette for Thee to Trie”.

Pies are always the main event, never a side dish- they represent some effort of the home cook, a domestic triumph, maybe a loving gesture

it is so serendipitous that you are almost required to bake something rhubarby. Not really, of course- you must never let a veg box newsletter boss you around- but if you want to bake something rhubarby, then this is the time to do it. 

I think part of it must just be the aesthetics of the squash: large, round, knobbly, kind of jovial-looking. Sometimes bright orange, sometimes blue-grey, sometimes green, each variety is so different and so pleasing in its difference