thankful for {fall}

photo (4)This past Saturday morning I woke up to the sun streaming through the window, quickly laced up my running shoes and ran straight to the Farmer’s Market.  I bought my fair share of fall produce – brussels sprouts, parsnips & carrots, acorn squash, honey crisp apples.  Produce in hand, I walked home slowly, enjoying the beautiful fall morning, stopping every now and then to take a quick picture.  Seriously, could that sky be more blue?  Or those leaves more lovely?  I think not.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, recently, about what it is I do here in this space I share with you.  I enjoy taking pictures of food and sharing good recipes with you.  But it’s more than that.  I believe in food because I believe in sustainability.  I believe that what we eat and how we eat and who we share our food with is so much more than a pretty picture.  So much more than a list of ingredients and instructions.  Listening to the radio the other day, I heard a story about a woman who asked Escoffier for a recipe for a dish she enjoyed at his restaurant.  She came back days later and said “The dish tasted nothing like yours!”  He said to her, “Ma’am, I gave you a recipe, I did not teach you to cook.”

I have been so inspired recently – by local farmer’s I’ve gotten to know at our market, by the work of people like Ron Finley, by my favorite America’s Test Kitchen Podcasts and by fellow food-bloggers out there who bring so much more to this shared internet space that just pretty pictures and recipes.  As the holidays near and Thanksgiving madness ensues, my hope is that I can remain grounded in simplicity and enjoy cooking as a lesson in sustainability and gratitude, not as a means to a picture-perfect ending.

Happy Fall, friends.  And as always, thanks for reading.

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a saturday at the farmer’s market

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Last Saturday morning, instead of rushing off to the hospital around 5:30am, I slept in – until 6:30 (!) – then headed straight to our local farmer’s market.  Wow, was it a beautiful morning.  It was still a bit cool, the sunlight still soft, and the tables upon tables of August’s best were nothing short of stunning.  With my camera in tow, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity for some extra practice.

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