Cooking in the fall is a special time and one of my favorite things to do. It’s cozy, it’s fun, it’s beautiful, what more does need?
”Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.”- William Cullen Bryant
Don’t get me wrong I like to cook, any time, anywhere for just about any reason, except of course for the days I don’t. There are plenty of recipes that just make sense to cook only in the summer or during my latest health kick when I get bored in the dead of winter. The list of why I cook and why I like it is pretty long, to say the least. But there is something about fall, about cooking in the fall that is just, well perfect.
Come mid-August I’m counting down the days till the air turns chilly, the leaves start to change, and apples and pumpkins come in. When I can live in tights dresses, and sweaters again, and I can finally cook all those special fall recipes that had been sitting there waiting for that sunny September day or that rainy October afternoon to finally arrive.
Why Do I Love Cooking in the Fall?
When the cold comes, the kitchen becomes, even more, the heart of the home and of my life. The possibilities suddenly seem even more endless than they were before. And I pull out the stash of recipes that have been waiting for this day. Recipes filled with apples, pumpkin, spice, cream, cheese, sweet and cozy things that I wait all year to make.
I also pull out my list of recipes I’ve been dying all year to try, but refused to make until fall arrived, why? I’m not really sure, but sometimes things seem to fit a certain month or reason and who am I to disagree?
Honestly, if it were possible I would spend all day every day in the kitchen from the first of September to the 30th of November. Of course, such a dream isn’t really possible at least not at the moment, but we all have goals right? I think one of the biggest reasons I love Thanksgiving so much is just because I know I get to spend the whole of the Wednesday before in the kitchen.
Fall is a beautiful time of year and the perfect time for cooking. There is still fresh food in an abundance. It’s still nice enough out for chili around the fire, or a pumpkin spice latte on a crisp morning walk. The cold weather and shape breeze also seem to have a way of bringing people into the kitchen, most of the time when I cook in the fall there is always someone around, helping me cook, chatting, or simply wanting to know what is being cooked and when can they eat, and doesn’t having someone to feed making cook all the most enjoyable?
Conclusion
I wish I could say that was a point to writing this, some moral or end goal I’m working towards, but honestly, there isn’t. I just really love fall, and cooking, and cooking in the fall, and thanksgiving, and walks, and rain, and feeding people. The fact nearly all of that can happen in the span of three months tells me two things. 1. That there is a God in heaven. And 2. That I need to share how great this is with other people.
Now I understand that it was not something anyone asked for, needed, or probably even wanted. But here it is nonetheless. Sometimes I get things in my head and I just need to get them out. Besides what is the point in having an entire blog about food if I can’t go on a pointless rant every now and then about why I love it and what makes it special to me? I don’t know, I really don’t know.
If you made it to the end of this I’d just like to congratulate you! And if you also love cooking in the fall, please let me know. It’d be nice to know that I’m not the only one and that I haven’t lost my mind entirely, yet.
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