I can't help speaking in franglais these days. L'automne est arrive is the name of the book my daughter brought home to read last night. Very apt, as the weather and our weekend both had a definite autumnal feel to them. We went to our wonderful neighbourhood annual corn roast on Saturday, where they served eat as much as you like corn and chili (little did they know how much my lot can eat). I love our little community, it's very tight knit and friendly.
And on Sunday my tomato canning marathon began. Fourteen hours of blanching, peeling, mincing, sterilising, pouring and processing. And now a bit of waiting. Apparently the longer you wait the better it tastes. It was a long day, but fun and hopefully worth all the effort.
And whilst I'm in the mood for all things fallish, I'm off to make spicy sweet potato and butternut squash soup for dinner!
