The leaves have turned...

...and so has the talk! I love talking about, thinking about, writing about...food!

Bradford's entry about polenta made me feel that, yes!, we are connected. I had 0nly a meal or two before cooked up my first polenta in a very long time. A pleasant convergence. (Sorry about all these fonts--only wanted to emphasize the first food; now can't get back to normal). And I am ready to take him on because after the first in a long time, came the second. Which was very good and totally different. First time, I managed to get a firm, toastable loaf which we enjoyed at dinner with some wild mushrooms, and the leftovers next morning toasted and served with molasses. Yum. Second time started with the a.m.--creamy polenta topped with poached eggs (very fresh eggs, of course). At some point I realized: This is grits!

The earlier entry from Bradford about fascist photos also got a big response--between Emily and me. We talked at length about photography, fascism (oh, yea, back to normal!), my mini-course on the story of photography (as opposed to the techniques of it), and so on. At length. I told her she must write an entry, and she did, but it did not begin to reflect the conversation we had. So thank you, Bradford. And thank you, Margaret. We aren't just talking to each other, we Adamses.

But one more thing before I sign off: Tonight we say goodbye to tomatoes and corn and tomatoes and eggplant and tomatoes and all the goodnesses of summer; and hello, KALE! The winter green. Its okay. I like kale. For the first four months or so...