Simple

It's almost fall. Sweet new season. I think fall feels most like the beginning, like a new year. It may be because of the new school year, the succession of happy holidays, the light and weather that bring us closer to home, to each other. It feels like a good time to begin again, to renew vows, to learn, to start something fresh.

The garden needs clearing. Time to tuck in bulbs, plant new seeds. The barn wants sweeping. I am thinking of bringing out wool, floss, needles, patterns. The children are making invitations for a Halloween party, and reveling in the details. Maria and I have been drying herbs, and reading books about pickling, canning, preserving. And something else... something new:

I've been invited to join a book~cook club, where we will be cooking our way through Alice Water's book The Simple Art of The Art of Simple Food. Pardon... I keep mixing up the title! We will begin this venture in October.

I've never been in a book club: squeee!
I never follow recipes: squeee!
We got no capers!
This could be awesome, don't you think?

Karen is quite an inspiration... she's rallied one-hundred eager and willing participants, and we are about to cook our way through local, seasonal, and sustainable foods. My friend, Anne said, "At the rate of 3-4 recipes a month, we'll be together for about 7 years! I am ok with that." I love her analytical, and receptive mind. If she's all in, then me too.

Now to let the chicas know... I need them to pull their weight, and quit hiding the goods!

All right, ladies, where did you hide our local, seasonal, sustainable eggs?