I haven’t really explained my new year’s resolution too much on the blog yet, have I. I vowed to “fry more.” It was open-ended, and perhaps I’ve taken it a little too much to heart (and my waistline), but boy have my tastebuds been happy. See, “fried” is like my most favorite thing in the world, but I’d always been intimidated to do it at home. I wanted to get over that fear. And oh boy have I gotten over it.
It’s apple season, folks! There is no season quite like fall, I think. It’s rivaled only by spring, obviously, but the foods of fall are better than the foods of spring, so even though fall is a harbinger of cold dark days, I still like it better than spring, which leads only to lots of sweating. So with the onset of fall, friends and I took a drive to New York state for some apple picking.
Actual candy for this Friday! Delicious sugars in every color of the rainbow are for sale at NY Cake & Bake. When my competitive cooking group gets around to “Cakefest,” you know where I’ll be shopping!
Since the pantry is just a different sort of stash, I find I get the same satisfaction when I can prepare an entire dish out of on-hand foods alone, just as if I’d knit a gift out of yarn that’s been sitting in the closet.
I might not be a vegetarian, but I’m definitely aware of my eco-footprint. I might actually be one of those people who get smug satisfaction in the fact that I have never owned a car, that I walk or take public transportation (very rarely ride in cabs), that I recycle, etc. But really, I’m barely doing a fraction of what I could be, and Deborah Madison’s Local Flavors has me entertaining romantic fantasies of getting up early to head down to the Union Square Greenmarket every week, eating “Slow,” etc.