Thursday, October 2, 2008

Come Baaaack to Me, Baby

There’s a lot to love about fall. It can be lovely to nestle in on a cool evening, after a brisk day outside, and eat the bounty of summer— tomatoes, green beans, basil— but in a phrasing better suited to the weather: heartier, more warming, comforting. Except for the part when the tomatoes run out (and the Cubs choke. AGAIN. Buck up, fellas. And also: Santa? Please? Please?).

I don’t like that part.
I included a picture of a tomato salad we had last week, because I am already missing it, watching the dwindling supply at the grocery store.

2 comments:

cook eat FRET said...

i mourn with you...

Meg said...

At least pomegranates are coming into season. But I love tomato season.