Autumn, harvest time. Also time for comfort food, large bowls of steaming soup and wholesome bread. One of my favourite things about this time of year are the squashes, orange, yellow and gnarly green globes – they shine out at me in the greengrocers, begging to be made into a hearty dish or two. One of my favourite recipes to make during this season, is squash and brown rice risotto – choosing not to use traditional risotto rice but long
I have strong memories of the apple harvest as a child. I think my earliest memory was spotting a pair of long legs dangling from our apple tree, at the top of our garden. I called out to my mum ‘there’s someone in our tree’. My mum shocked! Ran out of the house scaring the teenaged apple ‘scrumper’ up the garden and into the fields beyond. I was five back then, wondering why someone wanted to steal apples!
This time of year there seems to be a glut of almost every ripening fruit. Plums in particular. They seem to ripen and go over in a blink of a wasps eye. One of my favourite recipes for plums is this simple plum cake, now I’m not known for my baking skills, so when I find a recipe that is simple and delicious and it importantly turns out resembling a cake – well we are on to a winner.
November, the month of sparkle, magic and mystery. The last of the autumn leaves cling to the trees, like natures fairy lights in the grey misty gloom. When I think of the month November, I see images of dark velvety blues, deep magenta and sparkly gold. Many years ago I travelled to India in November and experienced first hand the stunning Hindu festival of Diwali. Those images of colour, fireworks and celebration will always remain. Children dressed as a black
After one final Summer fling last weekend, today signifies the beginning of Autumn. I love Autumn, (what’s not to love! surely all the best people do!). It’s mellow musty smell, the abundance of harvests, orange pumpkins, kids scurrying for fallen conkers. The colour of the hedgerows, slowly, slowly turning through all the shades of rust until they fall in a heap. Lying there waiting to be kicked and thrown by laughing kids. Autumn, a chance to build big bonfires, to