Autumn cometh
Life is very exciting here in the ACT. This year we’re getting a dramatic weather change to signal autumn before we get that different feel to the air and the change of colours at the market. Apples came in on time, but stone fruit are still around. It’s an odd change of season.
The reason I’m dwelling on the change of season rather than being sensible is that I can feel this weather change. It’s big and it hurts. And I was doing tax tonight. Adding insult to injury. And one of the places I work for sent me a group certificate for the wrong year. Adding confusion to insult to injury.
I’m not unenthusiastic about food history, but I admit I am more focussed on the autumnal aspect of the sweet potato pie in my fridge (I want to test in on my writing students tomorrow – I haven’t seen enough joyous poems about sweet potato recently) than I am about opening even the Muskett.
In between everything else (and there’s a lot of everything else – if you live in or near Canberra and want to come to a booklaunch, then please visit my other blog, I have to make a shopping list for tomorrow. I am running out of ingredients to test recipes for the 19th century Contraband Bayou dinner. I have lots of sugar (unless the ants get it – they feel the weather change too and most of the tiny ants in the district are sheltering in my lounge room currently, which just goes to show that ants don’t read my fiction) but I am out of cream and milk and a few other basics. I can then make cake and feed it to anyone silly enough to see me from now till the end of March.
So my food history tonight has nothing to do with the internet and everything to do with making a sensible shopping list for tomorrow. In a few days time I should be able to report back on some more recipes. I should include a couple of the reports that have started trickling into my email.
I haven’t forgotten Muskett or the other books. They aren’t budging from next to my computer until you know more about them. Not tonight, though.
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