9.20.13 September Hot Links

Bee 790 xxx
iphone photos by gluttonforlife
Here comes the fall equinox. It's actually slated for the 22nd this year. The harvest moon rose high in the sky last night, an enormous silver orb, the coin of the realm. (Listening to Neil Young right this very minute.) There's a snap in the air and the mornings are dark and cold. It's soooo tempting to roll over, hunker down into the luxurious warmth of the linen sheets and go back to sleep for another hour or two, isn't it? I love my cup of warm milk in the mornings now. I usually steep roasted soba tea in it, or warming chai spices. I use low-heat-pasteurized whole milk from our local dairy, but I'm thinking it may be time to pop over the border to Pennsylvania where raw milk is legal and available. 

I love this time of year. The change is so palpable. The earth seems to exhale a long sigh as it gives over to the new season, slowly relinquishing the bounty and beauty of summer, the leaves burning bright, the waning light. Take it all in. Walk outside. Feel the last of that yellow sun on your face. Make some soup. Get your boots out.
Green tomatoes 790 xxx
environmental collapse
A few pics of the garden for you. The tomatoes vines are desiccated and collapsing, but still hung with masses of fruit. The worms are having their way with some, we are harvesting some—mostly green now as there is not enough heat for them—some are rotting, and others...
Red tomato 790 xxx
bite me
...the victims of chipmunks, I think, who are busy gorging themselves on whatever's available as they get ready for their long winter's nap. I also see the little red squirrels scurrying back and forth along our fence, ferrying big pinecones and hickory nuts to their stash houses.
Sunflower 790 xxx
past her prime
There is so much beauty to behold in the decaying garden. Not the pristine and tender shoots of spring, but a blowsy fullness and softening that is lovely and poignant. I am really intrigued by the garden philosophy of Piet Oudolf, the landscaping genius who believes in a kind of wabi sabi approach that embraces plants in every state of decomposition.
Hops 790 xxx
hop to it
Some things still thrive at this time: the brassicas (kale, broccoli, etc), the mint, the hops. But the end is nigh. The greens are all turning gold and soon grey will take over the land. I am not ready. I am ready.

I have a bunch of fun and interesting links here for your perusal. Maybe you'll get a chance to take a look this weekend. But your first order of business is to get outside and soak up the beautiful weather!

If you live in New York City, these local guides from "your coolest friends" might appeal. Maybe I'll try to create my own for you...

Remember when you really loved your body? Reconnect with that right now.

Shallot marmalade with beer, prunes and cacao nibs - why didn't I think of that?

Love books? This is for you.

Potato chips in the dehydrator - let me know if you try this before I do.

Join me in doing 10-20 daily burpees (with the push-up and the jump!)

Just one of the many delectable reasons I love Anson Mills.

I want to go here; or, have my own island.

A companion recipe to my tomato vinaigrette, this one with figs.

I've given up on the idea of a treadmill desk, but still covet this beautiful standing desk .

Essential facts about knives

Sensible weight-loss/management tips I can fully endorse.

In honor of Linda Ronstadt, who announced this week she has Parkinson's and can no longer sing.

Have a beautiful weekend! xo



Buckwheat tea - mine (by the pound at Harney's tea house, Millerton NY) rarely makes it into a cup because it's good to snack on! Crunch...crunch...
Amie Valentine on September 21, 2013 at 9:34 am —
Hunh, that sounds delicious! Have never even tried it like that. And seems like would make a good crunchy topping for things. Thanks for the tip, Amie!
laura on September 21, 2013 at 10:01 am —
I saw the beautiful Harvest Moon also and look forward to it every year. I love warm milk too, but I take mine in a bowl with a bit of honey and cubes of Italian bread (or any other good crusty bread with big eyes), and it just soothes my soul. Thanks for the interesting links. I'd love to go to Rabbit Island and have a big bowl of Toasted Benne Ice Cream with Butterscotch Swirl!
Margie on September 21, 2013 at 10:02 pm —
I'll meet you there, spoon in hand!
laura on September 21, 2013 at 10:08 pm —
The harvest moon rose high in the sky last night, an enormous silver orb, the coin of the realm By gum, dear Laura, you do have a way with words!! As the Brits would say, "the full Monty". Wondrous language, superb recipes, gorgeous photos, whew! I won't be devastated if you can't manage caramels, but. . . . . . .luvu, Susan
Susan on September 26, 2013 at 10:14 am —
Not sure that's what the Brits had in mind with "the full Monty," my friend. As for caramels, how could I deprive you? xo
laura on September 26, 2013 at 11:51 pm —