I love autumn for so many reasons, not least of which is the fact that it is not summer. I’ve always aspired to be a carefree person who loves the sunshine and spontaneity of summer, but this year I’ve come to terms with the fact that heat and humidity and honestly sometimes even sand make me cranky- crankier than usual. But fall! Fall is the best. I love the changing leaves in Central Park, cozy wool sweaters, dark manicures and being able to turn the oven on again without suffocating. And the seasonal pies. And the many dogs of the Upper West Side in their jackets. But one of the best things about autumn is that it’s cookbook season.
