Even here in the city the scent of autumn is swirling through the air and hinting at sweaters and scarves and wooly things. This time of year gives me butterflies in my stomach. I can feel a sense of transition in the air around me that no other change of seasons brings. With the equinox approaching, I prepare myself to hunker down for the cold, wet winter that's lurking in the shadows of summer's memories.
My summer ended on two excellent notes. First, my mom and my Aunt Mary came to visit from the Midwest. It was fun to play tourist for a week, to see my city through the eyes of newcomers, and to have the good fortune to eat many delicious meals. We had a sort of mini culinary tour of the city. Our favorite neighborhood restaurants (Araya's & The Bengal Tiger), some new places we'd never eaten at before (Poppy & Toulouse Petite), farmers markets, home-cooked meals... All I could think about was what we'd eat next.
They were amazed by things I usually take for granted. Uwajimaya, for instance. In small-town, Ohio one may never see foods like these:
|What is this thing???|
I have a strong feeling that those two will be back.
Shortly after the hugs and goodbyes with my family, I had a potluck planned for some girlfriends on a Friday afternoon. It felt like the last real day of summer as we lounged in shorts and tank tops, sipping mimosas and sampling each others' dishes.
Is this not the most beautiful salad you've ever seen?
|Salad Nicoise courtesy of Iris|
|Bruschetta courtesy of Britney|
I feel pretty good going into fall this year. The summer was too short, as is always the case at this northern latitude, but with family and friends and foods like these to reminisce on, I think I'm better prepared for the winter that is swiftly on its way.