This year has been an illuminating one for me as far as food is concerned. I'm different now than I was 12 months ago.
Since I've been trying to eat seasonal foods I have found revitalized pleasure in the process. The anticipation, the appropriateness, the patience all seem to swell the experience. Quite enjoyable.
Just now the pleasure of an orange's oily spray has reached my nose. As Caroline jabs her finger into its rind, peeling it back to get to the juicy sections, citrus aroma freshens the entire room.
Recently harvested nuts roasting in the cast iron skillet do the same thing - reach the nose, trigger a smile.
And pumpkin pies, cookies, muffins from giant gourds split, cooked, and pureed. Mmmm...
Lemonade no longer appeals.
Yams do. Apples do. Potatoes do.
Sunday evening Tom and I put in our order with the butcher for a fresh turkey. Fresh. Naturally raised, naturally fed, humanely killed. To be eaten with gratitude next week.
Another nourishing season, late autumn.
For taste buds, mind, heart, and spirit.