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Fall
Its sad to see the fall weather coming in. It means the end of a bountiful summer. Already, I’ve found that I no longer look at tomatoes the same way at the farmers market -as if because they weren’t baked in hot august sun they are somehow inferior. Maybe they are, or maybe I am just totally spoiled. I am excited for squash season, truth be told, but its not just quite as exciting as that fresh, sun warmed peach, or the giant heirloom tomato that is green while ripe that oozes happiness. Fall and winter vegetables aren’t as vibrant as summer. I guess this is a good thing — I’m eating seasonally. Damn the hothouse tomatoes!
