It’s officially fall, my best time of the year.
You can tell it’s fall, because we had some snow earlier this week. It didn’t stick, but it’s a portent. And I’m happy with such portents.
Even though the snow didn’t stick, temperatures dropped a bit, so I’m comfortable for the first time since May.
The quilts come out, and re-colonize the couch. We start making lists of books we’ll read through the winter evenings. We bake.
And the air! The air is just ambrosia! There’s a slightly fermented apple smell coming from the neighbor’s yard, mixed with cold air, bright leaves, and the merest hint of woodsmoke somewhere. Autumn air just tastes good.
Most of the summer, we’ve not made it down to the Farmer’s Market (every Saturday, 9-2, in the bank parking lot next to the river.)
Today, we did. We went with some goals in mind:
1: Peaches. I am officially Very Happy with the Nifty that is peach freezer jam. Little bites of sunshine all winter. I can’t wait! And this is about the last weekend to get the real, regional peaches, not the ones strip-mined in Texas in January.
2: Apples. Not just any apples, but Honeycrisp apples. They are the epitome of what an apple should be.
3: Scrubbies. A very nice lady makes them and sells them so I don’t have to do it. I like to have a veggie set, a dish set, and a cleaning set, plus one for the car. These are crocheted r0unds of nylon netting, last forever, and make me extremely happy. I have only four Saturdays to stock up for the winter.
Just more than an hour later, we returned home with:
1: Handmade lavender soaps. After 14 years together, my husband is starting to accept my addiction to real lavender.
2: A really lovely package of garlic chevre, made by a lady who names all her goats. Next time, we’re getting two, as my children snarfed most of this package.
3: Two quarter-pound chunks of custom fudge: huckleberry, and some other non-chocolate variety. I tried to avoid noticing. My offspring are anti-chocolate heathens, like their father.
4: Five glorious pieces of hand-made butter toffee with (chocolate!) and pecans. I’m not sharing. They get the non-fudge fudge.
5: Four extremely ugly tomatoes, which I shall slice and eat with salt. It was supposed to go with the chevre, but the aforementioned snarfage put paid to that option.
6: A lovely bag of honeycrisp apples, plus one. Apparently, the baby has a longer reach than we anticipated, and snagged one from the bushel basket when we weren’t looking. The apple was about as big as her head, and she was in apple-munching heaven.
7: Peaches. But, they need a few more days before they soften enough for jam, so I guess I’m making baby burp flannels this afternoon, instead of jam. I’m okay with that.
8: No scrubbies. I didn’t have the heart to clean Scrubby Lady out of inventory entirely, so she’s making up a big fat set of them just for me this week. I love her.
9: Five pounds of sweet Spanish onions. I’m planning to do some caramelized onion & rosemary rolls, topped with blue cheese, to go with a roast tomorrow. (With roast carrots, and possibly turnips, the carrots being from a friend’s harvest. And if you’ve not had roasted turnips… well, let’s just say the Brits are right about some things. GLORY.)
Local agriculture and food = Extreme NotMolly Joy.