This weekend was full of delicious food conquests.
Apple picking is one of those things that will always make me feel like a kid again. There’s nothing like taking a bite out of an apple that you just twisted off its branch. I’ve mentioned my apple obsession and how they’re one of the few fruits I’ll eat cooked. No matter how many I eat – from 1 to 3 in a day – I’ll never grow tired of them.
My friends and I went to Millstone Creek Orchard this weekend for one of their last weekend pickings. Our only option were the late-ripening Red Fuji, which are deliciously sweet and crisp.
The next day, we went to the NC Food Rodeo, a collection of food trucks that gather by our school once a month, and I indulged in a shrimp po’ boy.
For dessert, my friend and I shared a Cakewich from Chez Moi.
Brownsugar vanilla rum cake + salted caramel ice cream from The Parlour in Durham = heaven.
All in all, it was a successful weekend for food and a great excuse to get away from cafeteria food for a while.
If you follow me on Twitter/ Instagram, you know that I played hooky this weekend and went to Expo East in Baltimore. I had an amazing time educating people about Deya’s Gluten-Free Flour, understanding the natural food industry a bit more, and – most importantly – tasting delicious things. (Some of my favorites were Deception Salsa and Uncle Dougie’s BBQ sauce.) I was blown away by all of the tastes at the show, but saved some room for the evening: I treated myself to a California roll with fresh Baltimore crab from Whole Foods. Another WF find? Fall apples.
I can’t help but wonder about New England this time of year. The 80 degree days of North Carolina start to lose their comfort. I’m desperate for a drive through Long Island to see the changing leaves and smell the freshly lit fireplaces, returning home to feel the warmth of the stove as my mom cooks off what seems to be a whole bag of onions for a vat of tomato sauce that will be replenished every Sunday.
A 2012 fall N.C. day
There’s a certain renaissance that’s associated with fall. The leaves the change color and then fall to the ground are accompanied by a change of mentalities.
Recently, I cleared my mind of things that have been plaguing me since I got back from Paris. When I was in Baltimore, I had such a realization of my age. I felt so young as a college student in a pool of eager late-20-somethings trying to launch the project to which they’ve dedicated years. I felt so old in the thought that I am in the same decade of serious relationships, weddings, and first homes.
Pumpkins and squash
It’s important to switch out your summer dresses for sweaters, your cherry red polishes for “Wicked” and “Lacy Not Racy,” and relieve your mind of the things that have been plaguing you. For me, He’s Just Not That Into You and some Pioneer Woman did just the trick. It’s better for me to clear my mind before carrying heavy burdens into the colder seasons.
“There is a time of year in New York when, even before the first leaf falls, you can feel the seasons click. The air is crisp, the summer is gone. And for the first night in a long time, you need a blanket on your bed.” – Carrie Bradshaw
It’s funny how siblings can be so in sync even when they are over 4,000 miles away. Fall is my favorite season, and though it is still like Indian Summer in Elon, NC, I’m anxiously waiting the days when I can wear chunky sweaters and scarves carrying warm coffee and snuggling up to blankets. My sister, who writes Tomato Kumato, obviously feels the same way: she wrote about the same thing just this week.
Though she’s in Paris and I’m in Elon, I can’t help but love that we’re on the same page. This time of year is really beautiful. Physically, yes. Autumns aren’t the same without watching the leaves in Central Park change or taking drives through Connecticut, hypnotized by the orange and red leaves and sudden hint of someone lighting their fireplace. But it’s also beautiful in a theoretical sense. January 1st marks the numerical new year, but September holds a similar meaning. I don’t think January 1st will ever compare to a new academic year: a grade older, more school uniform privileges, and a heavier workload. And it’s the fall days that you treasure most in anticipation of the harsher winter ones.
In celebration of the crisper air, I decided to make tomato soup for me and some of my friends. Accompanied with a signature grilled cheese, this tomato soup is the definition of comfort and is a perfect transition to fall.
I love summer, mostly because my birthday is at the end of July. But even though the season is filled with gifts, swims in the ocean, and delicious fresh fruit (the best part!), fall is my favorite season. I crave it every summer day when it’s just a bit too cool to wear shorts. Here in New York, the weather’s been awful. It’s been cold and rainy. Therefore, in my jeans and a sweatshirt, I decided to make Sour Cream Coffee Cake Muffins. They’re warm and toasty and perfect with a cup of hot coffee in front of the Olympics. Today is August 1st and even though I’m craving fall, I’ll enjoy the next 20 days of summer before heading back to college.
P.S. These were made with a Gluten-Free Flour I’m helping out with! It’s not on the market yet, but it will be soon! I don’t have a gluten intolerance, but these are SUPER delicious! I’ll talk more about it later and I’ll make sure to share the link with you once it’s available to buy!
P.P.S. Thanks for hanging in with me while I figure out the technicalities of blogging! Make sure to Pin some of these pictures onto Pinterest!