Fall is not my favorite season.
I love the changing leaf colors and the golden light as much as the next person. I enjoy playing in leaf piles and going apple picking. I enjoy fall.
But I just can't bring myself to join the throngs of people that clamor about autumn being their favorite season.
The reason fall hasn't won me over is that each day, the temperature drops a little, the days become a little shorter, the dark lasts a little longer. The cicadas no longer sing. Each passing autumn day, no matter how golden, how bright, how colorful, just brings me one day closer to winter.
There is one part about the season that I do love, though.
I love fall food more than any other food. Everything is apple, and pumpkin, and spice. And soup. Oh, how I love soup. That is the one shortcoming of my beloved sweltering summer days: you just can't simmer soup all day on the stove in 100 degree weather.
Caramel apple cake.
Apple cider marinated grilled chicken.
Pear spiced pancakes. Pumpkin pancakes. Apple pancakes. Cinnamon pancakes.
Butternut squash soup.
My house smells delicious and fall like nearly every day. I could cook and eat this food all year long. Well, until the weather changes to summer and I go back to despising having to turn on the oven.
So until my beloved summer returns, I will comfort myself during the rapid approach of winter with warm, spiced, delicious food.