Sorry for the lack of Postings, I was whisked away to Paris for a surprise...
It was wonderful and magical and full of fantastically fresh french food (freefrom eating in France is a challenge in itself, and one I hope to devote an entire blog post too one day. But not yet because this trip got a little busy...)
So now I'm back downt to earth with a bump and, it is at this time every year that my brain decides to devote all it's spare processing power to thinking about autumn.
I love autumn. And winter. In fact anytime between September and December is fine with me. (January and Feburary are constantly depressing whichever way you slice it. Even I have to admit that.) Yes, spring has beautiful flowers and freshly cut grass and little cute baby animals running around and yes, summer has seemingly endlessly long hazy lazy days perfect for picnics and beaches and tiny summer dresses. (Supposedly, I mean, I live in London, so summer in actuality tends to find me glued to the morning weather report and trying to figure out if I need sandals or an umbrella or both.)
Still, autumn has it down people. In autumn, the streets are full of sunsets; reds, oranges, yellows, golds, everywhere and come on people, we get A WHOLE EXTRA HOUR TO SLEEP IN IN THE MORNING! And suddenly your clothing choices are brimming over with cosy jumpers and warming jeans and hats and scarves and gloves and the callender is full of fireworks and halloween and my birthday and various other national celebrations ;)
And that's not even mentioning the food:
Squashes and pumpkins and apples and leeks and cabbage and parsnips and swedes and potatoes and carrots and pears and spices: cinnamon and nutmeng and cloves and staranise and cyrry and thyme and sage and rosemary. Food that warms and comforts and steams, actually steams (salads for all their virtues, dont steam. Hummus doesn't steam. Comfort food should always steam.) Soups, casseroles, apple crumble witht hick, gloopy custard. Hot steaming mugs of teas, constantly covering my glasses in condensations. Its a time for harvest festivals and trick or treating.A time for crockpots and crisp cold mornings. Of walks in woods and curling up by a window reading with an apple, a cup of tea and the sound of rain.
So even though summer is still clinging on by the edge of itse sunbeams, my focus has turned to autumn. The cosy months. Also the perfect time for freefrom eatting. So stand by for a veritable harvest of recipies in the coming weeks.
It was wonderful and magical and full of fantastically fresh french food (freefrom eating in France is a challenge in itself, and one I hope to devote an entire blog post too one day. But not yet because this trip got a little busy...)
So now I'm back downt to earth with a bump and, it is at this time every year that my brain decides to devote all it's spare processing power to thinking about autumn.
I love autumn. And winter. In fact anytime between September and December is fine with me. (January and Feburary are constantly depressing whichever way you slice it. Even I have to admit that.) Yes, spring has beautiful flowers and freshly cut grass and little cute baby animals running around and yes, summer has seemingly endlessly long hazy lazy days perfect for picnics and beaches and tiny summer dresses. (Supposedly, I mean, I live in London, so summer in actuality tends to find me glued to the morning weather report and trying to figure out if I need sandals or an umbrella or both.)
Still, autumn has it down people. In autumn, the streets are full of sunsets; reds, oranges, yellows, golds, everywhere and come on people, we get A WHOLE EXTRA HOUR TO SLEEP IN IN THE MORNING! And suddenly your clothing choices are brimming over with cosy jumpers and warming jeans and hats and scarves and gloves and the callender is full of fireworks and halloween and my birthday and various other national celebrations ;)
And that's not even mentioning the food:
Squashes and pumpkins and apples and leeks and cabbage and parsnips and swedes and potatoes and carrots and pears and spices: cinnamon and nutmeng and cloves and staranise and cyrry and thyme and sage and rosemary. Food that warms and comforts and steams, actually steams (salads for all their virtues, dont steam. Hummus doesn't steam. Comfort food should always steam.) Soups, casseroles, apple crumble witht hick, gloopy custard. Hot steaming mugs of teas, constantly covering my glasses in condensations. Its a time for harvest festivals and trick or treating.A time for crockpots and crisp cold mornings. Of walks in woods and curling up by a window reading with an apple, a cup of tea and the sound of rain.
So even though summer is still clinging on by the edge of itse sunbeams, my focus has turned to autumn. The cosy months. Also the perfect time for freefrom eatting. So stand by for a veritable harvest of recipies in the coming weeks.
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