Autumn
The temperature is dropping and along with it comes a host of possibilities.
I used to feel a little bit of melancholy as the summer gave way to autumn. I’d grieve the passing of the stone fruits, juicy cheap mangoes, Asian salads with crispy greens and fragrant herbs. This year our drought-frizzled city is sighing at a sprinkling of rain and nights cool enough for delicious sleep, snuggled under the doona. Cooler season food is hardly a punishment. Slower cooked food with deeper flavour, the earthy comfort of hot potatoes and stewed rhubarb for breakfast!
This morning at the market the hardier, leafy greens and the sturdier fruits spoke to me. In the basket came home these possibilities.
A cabbage and potatoes to make colcannon.
Silverbeet with onion, garlic and lemon.
Stewed apples with sultanas and cinnamon.
Pears poached in port.
What food’s speaking to you in your neighbourhood at the moment?
I used to feel a little bit of melancholy as the summer gave way to autumn. I’d grieve the passing of the stone fruits, juicy cheap mangoes, Asian salads with crispy greens and fragrant herbs. This year our drought-frizzled city is sighing at a sprinkling of rain and nights cool enough for delicious sleep, snuggled under the doona. Cooler season food is hardly a punishment. Slower cooked food with deeper flavour, the earthy comfort of hot potatoes and stewed rhubarb for breakfast!
This morning at the market the hardier, leafy greens and the sturdier fruits spoke to me. In the basket came home these possibilities.
A cabbage and potatoes to make colcannon.
Silverbeet with onion, garlic and lemon.
Stewed apples with sultanas and cinnamon.
Pears poached in port.
What food’s speaking to you in your neighbourhood at the moment?
Labels: menus, thoughts on cooking
