Keep on keepin’ on, summer.

It’s almost the end of summer.

I had my first craving for fall a few weeks ago, oddly enough when Eric mentioned football. (Or, maybe it wasn’t that odd — I started craving football food, specifically his mom’s chili cheese dip, not actual football games.)

September. It’s the second year in a row I’ve started the school year without school. After a lifetime of Septembers dedicated to starting a new school year, it feels strange. Especially after I kept being told, “Well, if you don’t find a job this year, you will next year!” I know I’m not the only one, but sometimes it feels like it. September means the beginning of a new year for me much more than January ever has. Yesterday I went into the office aisle to buy envelopes and could barely get through all the kids doing last minute school supply shopping.
But as I finally picked up a library book yesterday that I’ve been meaning to read for weeks and found myself flipping to the Autumn chapter, something felt wrong — and, turning pages in reverse, I settled back in on Summer. After all, it’s 90 degrees outside, produce is late this year, and I’m just barely starting to get tired of my grungy summer uniform (cut off shorts, uncute tank tops, and 3-year-old flip flops anyone?). Summer is still definitely the dominant season here, and I’m just fine with that.

So instead of getting me ready for squashes and cashmere sweaters, French Women For All Seasons taught me to appreciate cold soups, a well-placed scarf, bicycling and local tomatoes. Today, craving the fresh fruits and vegetables Guiliano writes about, I made a trip to a nearby outdoor produce market. I was shocked to find that the prices were less than those at the supermarket I frequent, something I have never assumed. I brought home a fennel bulb with stalks and fronds, a pint of figs, a green heirloom tomato (my first ever), three lemons, a huge head of lettuce (75 cents), and four ears of corn (25 cents a piece). I’ve already enjoyed a couple of the riper figs with parmesan cheese, balsamic vinegar and black pepper, but I’m saving the rest to share with Eric after he gets back from Detroit tonight.

I’m not much of a lifestyle book reader, but French Women has been an excellent choice and a lesson in contentment, gratitude, responsibility and joy.   I highly recommend it. ((I hear her first book, French Women Don’t Get Fat, is excellent as well.)

Au revoire,

Gussy

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3 Responses to “Keep on keepin’ on, summer.”

  1. Karen says:

    Ooo … la la! You’ll have to try out one of the Cooking Light recipes that include figs from the September issue, such as the Crostini with Fresh Fig Jam, Caramelized Onions, and Gorgonzola (p.139) or Granola with Honey-Scented Yogurt and Baked Figs (p. 176). : )

    • brynna says:

      Those looked so good! My figs are gone, and I also discovered Eric doesn’t actually like figs (bummer), but next time I decide to indulge for myself, those will be my go-to. :)

  2. My roommates are so focused on football starting. We’re supposed to go to a bar or watch it on his computer where he’ll connect it to a projector. It’s meh for me.

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