As the evenings grow dark earlier here, dinner is becoming a less festive time of day for me, which is a bit of a bummer, because there’s something about the melancholy of autumn I find quite lovely, and because I feel like mother nature affords us a little respite from the grey via the vibrant changing leaves, and all the lovely new fruit and veg the season proffers. I just miss the sun. But I do appreciate all the afore-mentioned goodies…Around here, it’s all about apples and pears, walnuts and chestnuts, potimarrons, butternuts & pumpkins (though the meatier European variety – awful for jack-o-lanterns but lovely for all sorts of edibles).
Autumn and winter food just feels like dinner food for me, because as an American of Anglo-Germanic traditions, dinner is the most comfort-driven meal of the day. It’s the part of the day when I’m typically most hungry (though this is changing as I get older), and it’s definitely the part of the day when I feel I’ve earned a big, hot sit-down meal that fills my belly.
Thing is – that’s often a terrible idea.