There’s something very exciting about a variety of fruit that I’ve not yet been lucky enough to taste
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
as if the plants are giving us a last hurrah before heading into the winter
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