Let’s be all cliche tonight and talk about how awesome fall is, shall we? Just when you feel like you can’t take another steamy, sweaty, late-summer day, in swoops fall, all shiny and new and brisk. The mornings are cool and bright and require blazers! and scarves!! and boots!!! All which can be shed under the warm afternoon sun…well, except maybe the boots, you should keep those on.
I often read my cooking magazines at the gym. I like the juxtaposition of working out while staring at food. I think it’s funny…I’m easily amused. Last Saturday while sweating on the elliptical, I ran across this gem. I HAD to have it. Immediately.
Do you remember a month ago when you were so excited for the turkey and the stuffing and all the fixings? Do you remember how amazing it was? Do you remember the turkey sandwiches and turkey soup and turkey tetrazzini that followed? And the subsequent creeping feeling about 3 weeks ago that maybe you had had enough turkey and that just one more bite would end in a certain thin mint–like catastrophe? I felt your pain, really, I did. But a few weeks have passed now and I think it’s time to revisit thanksgiving dinner, since it really does embody all the delicious flavors of fall and winter. Please don’t be frightened though, I won’t make you eat turkey.
I love marathon Sunday in New York City; it’s all so inspiring. I mean, can you even imagine running 26+ miles in one go? Let me rephrase. Can you even imagine running at all? Right. Running isn’t my thing. Those guys are crazy…but amazing, none-the-less. My idea of a great marathon Sunday is basically a brunch on crack: something boozy, something delicious, and some sporadic yelling and hopping about. This year, a friend’s husband was running and my contributions to the potluck were these apple cheddar scones.