On a day like today, cooking is not necessary.
What is necessary is throwing open all the windows wide, and letting the sunlight blow in with the crackling fresh breeze. Noting that amongst all that green, a leaf or three has faded to gold.
Ready for a blaze of color, nubby worn sweaters, puffed down vests, and a good hearty braise. For firewood, a dark pungent stout, and brisk morning walks that flush my cheeks.
But for this perfect moment, today, I’m content with a rummage and rumple about in the kitchen, and breakfast of apple, bleu d’auvergne, and baguette.