Can I finally say it? Or will Indiana weather fool me again? Regardless, this mid-September has so much excitement in the air. Leaves changing color, nights getting cooler, football playing on the TV in the background. After eating yesterday, we were taking in the sunset rays and Andrew stated, "We're getting close to my favorite time of the year." Autumn. Where the air isn't as suffocating and our backs are significantly less sweaty.
And the food. Almost time for apple, sage, squash. Pumpkin. In all the savory and all the sweet forms. There have already been some whisperings of these flavors in the kitchen - autumn pizza, muffins with notes of cinnamon and nutmeg. But not until we say goodbye in what has become one of my favorites ways to be outdoors - a picnic: mason jars with berries and veggies, a blanket, usually a bottled beverage to make things extra special. We usually go the salad-in-a-jar route (with a dose of grocery chicken fingers because Andrew insists on "real" protein), but opted for chicken salad this time around. Whatever you decide to pack, just make sure it's delicious. With enough to split an extra serving, just because.
Hope you are enjoying the last bits of summer in a variety of ways, like eating tomatoes and outdoor concerts and melty popsicles.
P.S. Another reason why we went on a picnic? WE APPLIED TO RESIDENCY YESTERDAY. HOLY SMOKES. IT'S HAPPENING! Hitting submit felt like throwing a zillion of those little maple seeds up into the air, waiting to see where they will fall. The waiting... I'll save my thoughts for another day.
I'll just take this moment to take a deep breath, and soak it all in.