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Summer’s End

September 6, 2010

I’m glad Mrs. Fussy isn’t here to read this. She gets all worked up about the integrity of the seasons.  I say that today is summer’s official last hurrah.  Of course, I would be wrong.  The autumnal equinox this year isn’t until September 22, 11:09 PM if you want to be really precise.

But dammit, the kids are either in school or just about to begin.  Leaves may not be changing color, but if you look closely a little bit of yellow and red is creeping into a few leaves here and there. The Fussy family even went apple picking this last weekend and enjoyed our first cider donuts of the season.

It is time to start thinking about welcoming in the fall, again.  And putting away those last remaining vestiges of summer.

Like last year, I still have a few crisp white wines sitting around.  Most pinot grigios and sauvignon blancs will not improve with age.  So as I beseeched you last Labor Day*, drink them now.  Look to any warm day as an excuse to crack open a bottle.

We still have a bit of vodka lingering around in the liquor cabinet too.  I think it was part of some misguided effort for more fruit based cocktails that might be too delicate for gin.  It never really materialized, and we need to make room for some more brown spirits that are more appropriate for fall.  Mrs. Fussy is angling for a bourbon, but I would really like a nice dark rum.  In the weeks ahead, we’ll see who gets their wish.

Unlike last year, I got my fill of pesto thanks to all of the basil that came from our share at Roxbury Farms.  I may not have any in my freezer to remember it by, but I enjoyed the hell out of every lustful bite of this sumptuous verdant sauce.  I do still have a few good pine nuts left over, which will work just as well in a few fall dishes.

I am also looking forward to see the transition from summer to fall this year through the lens of the produce we receive from the farm.  If I haven’t mentioned it before, this experience with local agriculture has really given me a feeling of being much more connected to the region.

If you have the time to deal with washing and cooking a lot of vegetables, I highly recommend buying into a CSA next year.  It is one of the best things I have done since moving to Albany.

Somehow I never got to run through the sprinklers with the kids.  And we never made it to that seasonal donut place out in the boonies.  I didn’t even get a snowcone.  I made it to a few seasonal ice cream stands, but not enough.  I don’t think I even ate one grilled hamburger.

I’m not going to do any of it today either.

Today I’m bringing the kids to see their great grand parents.  Which was something else I had meant to do all summer, but somehow never quite got around to doing.  And while breakfast may be the most important thing you eat, family is the most important thing.

* I believe the direct quote was, “By next summer, they will be as tired as gladiator sandals.”  Given how many of these really ugly shoes I’ve seen on what would otherwise appear to be reasonable women’s feet, I was really wrong about the staying power of this style trend.

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  1. September 6, 2010 9:50 am

    A bottle of spirits can take a lot more abuse than wine. Stick the vodka in the closet and get both the rum and the Bourbon.

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