As I’ve mentioned previously, I lived in New Hampshire for close to three years in my 20s, and I miss it terribly, especially in the fall. Having grown up in Southern California and Texas, I never experienced a true fall until my first in New England. I remember how amazed I was when the trees erupted into technicolor as the air cooled and took on the collective scent of cider and cocoa and roaring bonfires. There’s nothing quite like it.
Down here in Texas, “fall” doesn’t really exist. Summer merely shifts gears from 100-degree days to 90-degree days, and those often last well into October. Sometimes it gets chilly as the holidays approach, but I recall one year when it was so warm that we ate Christmas dinner on the patio. I adore gloomy weather, so when summer refuses to release its grip, I start to get a little blue, and the only thing that will cheer me up is closing the blinds to block out the relentless sunlight so I can daydream about the cooler climes for which I’m better suited. Throwing myself into fall-ish recipe also helps. More