back on track

Fall is here. And I love the Fall. Next to Spring and Summer, it’s one of my favourite seasons. This year, after our Big Trip, Fall seems to have come more abruptly than other years…summer was extended to the end of September and we landed both pragmatically and according to the weather, right into the Fall.

Polly and I made peach salsa today from the peaches off of our tree.  How cool is that? That is one reason I love the Fall.  Only the girls in our family like things like peach salsa, so we make this sort of thing for Christmas gifts so that The Boys won’t eat it all.  We can make anything like fruit salsas and relishes and pickled things and probably even antipasto even though we never have and they wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole.

But jam.  That is another story indeed.

Polly and I want to have an apple-fest party.  It might become a new tradition.  We want to get all the many kinds of apples grown locally and cut them up for tasting samples and compare the different types.  And everyone brings and apple-y kind of dessert.  Doesn’t that sound fun?

The boys went across the street today to pick blackberries, hopes high that I would make a pie.  I have a theory that the reason men like pie so much is that it is so much work.  They just instinctively know that if you fuss that much with something, you must love them.  Pie = Love.  Food = Love.  Aunt Jeanette’s chocolate cake (which, by the way I tried to emulate for year after year for Sparky’s birthday) = Love.

It must be fun to be a man and know you are loved just because someone feeds you.

It is much more complex than that for me.