This past weekend we took off into the Catskills to celebrate our anniversary (lucky seven!), visit friends and explore some new territory. The fall colors were at their peak. Birds, bugs and bees filled the skies, harvesting whatever remains before bunkering down or heading off to warmer climes. The air was crisp, the skies turquoise and the colors of the leaves more nuanced than a Missoni sweater. Fields of milkweed exploded in a profusion of downy, winged seeds. I find few things as uplifting as piling into the car and hitting the road when the destination means new experiences, old pals, wild beauty and delicious meals. And so it was.
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Isn't it wonderful when the stars align? Sometimes things just come together as though they're fated. I chanced across this video from Food Network on Facebook, I think it was on the Saveur page, and was instantly entranced. The miraculous marriage of bread and chocolate, writ irresistibly large—and lo! I was headed to the Berkshires for a visit with G's parents, not more than 15 minutes from the source of this manna from heaven: Berkshire Mountain Bakery. Within a week of seeing it, I was actually biting into this crusty, melty, tangy concoction and truly living the fantasy. And let me tell you, it did not disappoint.
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