It’s funny how things like the beginning of September sneak up on you. It happens with January 2, too, I find. Like all of a sudden you realize bills need to be paid, or kids need to head back to school, and all of a sudden Summer Fridays are pulled out from under you…crazy right? I realize this happens every year, and by now we should be used to it…but I’m not, and every year it smacks me right in the mouth. Pow! Right in the kisser.
But you know what’s cool? The food doesn’t exactly care. My tomatoes are still sprouting like mad, and my basil seems to think it’s still hot enough to thrive. The corn I just ate raw (at The Purple Pig in Chicago, for a lunch meeting) tasted like July in a bowl. The vegetables don’t seem to notice that our nieces and nephews have headed back to school and that I feel like I can’t wear open-toed sandals any more.
But you know what else? All of a sudden, even though it’s 80 degrees in this car as I type and I’m plotting a beach afternoon at some point this week, I’m craving a hot steamy pot of chicken tortilla soup on my stove.
Hopefully made with vegetables from Sweet Matilda.