Winter is here, my computer is healthy again, and I can share some autumnal high points:
Hokkaido squash soup with white pepper, peanut butter, red pepper flakes, and cumin. Sweet and spicy--so good, something inside me does triple axles, quadruple jumps (a la Tara Lipinski), triple salchows, back flips, twists, the whole shebang.

The obliging squash: she was much more beautiful than the lighting reveals.

Bell pepper soup: just some white wine vinegar, red pepper, chili powder, and salt. The peppers were sweet enough that no brown sugar was needed. (This spicy kick is totally new with me.)


When there are so many types of trees, fascinating confetti combinations result.












It's all gone now.


My eggplant. I didn't know I could like eggplant. Notice the gold and burgundy galaxies in the skin. It's like seeing eternity in a grain of sand.

Beautiful plums/pluots; they were scattered on the sidewalk like unpolished citrine, yellow opals or topaz, left out for trampling. It's a crime, really, how much fruit gets walked over. It's as commonplace as roadkill is back home; it's treated like roadkill.



Beautiful, aren't they? And just the four of them made my bag so heavy. A bag of eight nearly pulled my arm out of its socket.

Note the blogs on the sidebar. The Chocolate and Zucchini gal became a personality merely by starting a blog--she has fabulous recipes and enjoyable prose, and now she has a publisher and three books out.
I've been following Mark Bittman ever since I got addicted to the New York Times. I've gotten several recipes or inspiration for several things from him.







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