Today was a rainy, chilly day – a cozy socks and soup kind of day. Nothing is more comforting than a hot pot of chicken soup piping away on the burner. I stopped at the farm market and picked up potatoes, carrots, leeks and kale. Adding these vegetables to my soup brings home the flavors of the rain-soaked fields and turns them into a soul satisfying harvest soup.
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We spent a quiet morning in the fields. The aroma of wood-smoke and warm cider hung heavy in the air. The soil was damp from the nighttime frost, so we wore our boots and walked carefully over the tangled vines that hugged tight to the earth. Pumpkins, sweet gourds, and butternut squash dotted the field in varying shades of sienna and burnt-umber. One squash was so plump I had to carefully scoop it up and carry it on my hip like a baby; others were quite heavier and so we carted them about in rickety barrows. My heart belongs to this season. The aromas, the colors, the change. We pluck…
