It is truly Autumn now, in that Adelaide sort of way, where the cold blues of summer disappear and the warm rich tones of autumn gradually make their way into one’s heart. Leaves of yellow and red and brown. Ash white of garlic skins. Red of pears, brown of pears. Red and green of apples. Yellow of quinces, red of pomegranates. The palette of autumn is magnificent indeed when in its full glory. And the scents! Apples, quinces, autumn roses. The last of coriander. Bog sage blowing blue in the breeze. Onion flowers wafting around. Tomatoes, the last of, so very sweet and juicy in autumn without that stark drying heat of summer.
Autumn is an ending. The last flourishes of all that was Summer makes it a sweet ending. It clears the way for winter, but I want it never to end.
I make a Roasted Capsicum, Peanut and Tomato Soup.