The icy breath of winter descends. Yesterday reached a low of 59; the forecast for the next few days drops to a bone-chilling 55. (Don’t hate me because I live in paradise.)
The seasons cause changes. Starting about now, I won’t be able to swim at the beach without a wetsuit. We’re packing away shorts — one or two pairs, maybe — and breaking out the sweater.
Also, it’s time to look to winter foods and recipes once again.
For dinner today, the World’s Most Beautiful Woman ™ cooked up a delicious pot of Broccoli Cheese Soup. We had soup with sourdough toast. I had seconds.
I gaze into the crystal ball and see a future of Yankee bean soup; clam chowder; French onion soup (the real stuff, with real Gruyere); probably something tasty with lobster, now that California’s lobster season has kicked off (some lobster tacos; maybe a jambalaya or gumbo).
There will be Thanksgiving turkey. If I get ambitious, maybe a turducken! (Okay, probably not that one.) Biscuits and gravy. Beer-battered fish tacos. (If you cook it, it’s not illegal, right?) And of course, shepherd pie.
And we’ll pack some leftover turkey and biscuits to have as a snack while we’re sunbathing on the beach in December. Ahh, the brisk air of winter. Nothin’ like it.
What are you going to be eating this winter?