there is a sweet, sweet corner of my heart given over to the month of may. but i confess, august/september is rapidly becoming my favorite time of year.
on a sultry summer evening when all i really want is an orange and a glass of ice-nine, it’s hard to summon up the courage to braise, saute, or roast. in fact, it’s hard to make a grilled cheese sandwich. i do love smoothies and cucumber salads and tuna sandwiches. but when that first touch of cooler, dryer air comes, it comes as a relief, because in another few weeks there’ll be chilis and gumbos and fall-weather foods galore. at the moment i’m lovingly anticipating a blueberry-banana bread the likes of which this town has never seen.
i’ve been telling myself that when i find myself wishing i were buying school supplies come august, that i’ll know it’s time to start applying to grad school. but this year at least, the impulse was supplanted by a need (and, well, a desire) for household goods. my beloved roommate is moving out this week, and taking with her assorted items she purchased: the dish towels. the measuring cups. the matching set of coffee mugs. i’ve got a list going of things that need replacing, but today I gathered the indispensables, and along the way i allowed myself a splendid little teapot. autumn is the time for teapots.
it may be sunny and in the eighties today, but i’m going to go have myself a cup of tea — possibly iced — and a slab of banana bread.