I know it is fall because the school-work is piling up and I have an even greater urge to be busy in the kitchen trying to cook something new.
I know it is fall because my clothes are cozier, the skies are more subtle, and I look forward to going to bed chilly.
I know it is fall because the notion that the year will be a long haul is some days heavier than the peace of what is to come at the end of it.
I read this today and it made me think of two things. The obvious thought, love. The second thought, my cooking.
"It is a risk to love.
What if it doesn't work out?
Ah, but what if it does?"
-Peter McWilliams
Like what I spent time making today, most of my ideas for cooking have a slim chance of turning out as delicious as I have imagined them to be. But after sporadic trips to the grocery store, a mess in the kitchen, hours of successful procrastination, and weeks worth of leftovers, sometimes the dish works out. More than works out, sometimes I have completely succeeded and what lays before me is surprisingly delightful.
First I crafted some Tandoori spiced baked potato chips. Garden grown potatoes courtesy of the lovely Georgina Scott
Then I dove in and slow cooked a carrot coconut curry soup. Blended it to smooth, and added some yogurt.
love from the Woods.
