A certain chill in the air has appeared and we crave bold, warm flavors. Last Friday night, I cooked up a chicken fricassee and warm, oozing polenta. So good… so so good. A part of me wants the summer to stay, but on some level, I can’t wait until the fall; Until the trees in our neighborhood turn to an array of burgundies, oranges and sunny yellows and I can make spiced cakes and rich stews, drink spiced apple cider and mulled wine.
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