San Francisco and its nuanced seasons have grown on me. I now notice the subtleties in our sweater weather—light cardigan, heavy cardigan, light cardigan + scarf—and count them as my winter, spring, summer and fall. Just because I've grown accustomed to it, doesn't mean I don't miss my New England home and its fall foliage, crisp weather, apple picking...apple eating!
So last night in fall's honor, we threw a festive supper party—what we lack in foliage we make up for in seasonal spirit.
All done up in our pumpkin best we feasted on squash soup, Lucca's fresh pumpkin ravioli and Vermont apples baked into a butterscotch crisp. We prettied up the the place with gourds and flowers, some pumpkins and place cards. Our friend quoted Julia Child saying, "Dining with one's friends and beloved family is certainly one of life's primal and most innocent delights, one that is both soul-satisfying and eternal." Tis true.