This morning I volunteered at a breast cancer walk -- at 7am. Oh man, it was cold outside. Even approaching the start of the event - around 10am - it was still really chilly. There is something about moisture in the air that makes low temperatures feel even cooler. So, when I arrived home I promptly thawed in the shower, napped under my covers, and am now roasting beets while simultaneously slow-cooking what will hopefully be a spicy beef stew. As I write this I can smell the onions browning sweetly. YUM.
Like many, these early cold days bring out a total nesting instinct in me. Eventually I'll get used to it and likely just go through the motions again, but I am so stirred by the change in season -- it makes me more present and gives me cravings for sensory experiences that are out of my normal routine. Lately it has been tea, red wine, root vegetables, apples, wild rice and, surprisingly, meats. This weekend I'm also going to try a recipe for sweet potato drop biscuits. ANYTHING sweet potato sounds like heaven to me these days. If they turn out as delicious as they sound, I'll post the recipe.
My other pleasure of late has been The Big Sleep audio book and the noir genre more broadly. SB and I have spent a lot of evenings chatting about books and we both really enjoy the genre - both books and films. We got really into Humphrey Bogart films this year. We always said that if we'd ever co-write a novel, it'd be a detective-style noir book. :)
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