September 18, 2015
The apples were eclipsing the peaches and tomatoes at the farmers market this weekend, but there were still peaches – even apricots – so it was hard to be too unhappy about the changing seasons. Then I spotted the first of the pumpkins.
“Go away!” I wanted to shout at them. I’m not ready to wake up in the dark at 6 a.m., not prepared for crisp cool evenings. I want summer to linger a little longer. But that crowd of plump orange pumpkins made it difficult to ignore that fall is coming. Too soon.
Then, as if to underline reality, I opened a vintage issue of Gourmet from 1977, and the first photograph to leap out at me was this pumpkin souffle. There is some consolation: it is, at least, cold.
Recipes may be little time machines, but it’s the ads in these old issues that prove how much our food (and wine) have changed. I’d almost forgotten there was a time when I thought of Chianti as a thin, harsh wine that came in rustic straw-covered bottles.
And finally…. I thought home mushroom farms were a new-fangled notion. But I was wrong.
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