Autumn in the Big Apple. Opera season has opened, and post-season baseball is right behind.
I am loathe to let go of the light and heat of summer. I hate the chill in the air, yet I find myself thinking New York City just doesn’t get much better than this. (Yes, I remember saying that in May as well.)
My appetite has changed in sync with the drop in temperature. The raspberries that linger in the farmers market no longer call to me. My taste has moved on to heavier foods and fats as my body prepares to pack on a few pounds for winter.
But not if I can help it!… Read More