Somewhere in the course of these quick and short weeks, our sunshiny Summer days have been replaced with the still-sunshiny (albeit shorter) early days of Autumn. The silvery lining to all of this is the advent of chilly mornings, piping hot cups of chai, and the expectation that adding bacon and cream to anything is not only perfectly acceptable, but absolutely advisable.
For when else but Fall does one get the sudden urge to jettison everything ‘fresh’ and ‘crunchy’ and ‘crisp’ in favor of those things that are soft, oozy, and lovely? I for one am not the champion of all things rich when my white skinny jeans are still in heavy rotation — oh no. I want watermelon salads and cool gazpacho; avocado topped toasts and wedges of heirloom tomatoes.
But when the winds change, and those skinnies are swapped out for knee high boots and chunky knits, I suddenly find myself craving something more. And ‘more‘ doesn’t necessarily equate to something totally unhealthy or excessively heavy.
(However I’m quite certain my weekend buffalo wing habit is taking me nowhere good.)
