Hello,
friend.
I write
this post in the rain. Technically, I’m not in the rain. It’s raining outside my apartment window as I write
this. I think that’s close enough. What can I say, I’m looking for some
dramatic literary effect. There is something comforting about a late summer
rain. The air is a mixture of chilliness
and warmth. The clouds turn black as night, a burnt coal shade of starry-eyed oblivion.
The droplets of rain hit gently against
the window pane kept perfectly in time to
the subtle tips of my fingers on my keyboard. A gentle billow of steam comes ascending
upward from my mug of decaf French pressed coffee. A take a sip. Ahhh. The fan above my head slowly spins
to the rhythm of electric impulse. The apartment is hushed, and the mood is solemn. The soft notes of the alto
saxophone jazz hum smoothly through my speakers. All is as it should be, thanks
to the rain.
For all my American readers, last weekend was Labor Day. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. These reminisce of BBQ’s and open fires still playback in my memories. The holiday always evokes a sense of carefree nature. It also marks the end of summer and beginning of autumn. The fall season is by far my favorite season. The leaves, in their ever-changing shades of yellows, oranges, and reds, fall gently towards the grow. The morning air is crisp. The nights grow colder with every passing cycle of the Moon. The smells of nutmeg and cinnamon fill my kitchen with comfort and memories of seasons past. Pumpkin patches stretch on for miles. The crackle of the fireplace and the aromas of coffee dance warmly in my spirit.
For all my American readers, last weekend was Labor Day. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. These reminisce of BBQ’s and open fires still playback in my memories. The holiday always evokes a sense of carefree nature. It also marks the end of summer and beginning of autumn. The fall season is by far my favorite season. The leaves, in their ever-changing shades of yellows, oranges, and reds, fall gently towards the grow. The morning air is crisp. The nights grow colder with every passing cycle of the Moon. The smells of nutmeg and cinnamon fill my kitchen with comfort and memories of seasons past. Pumpkin patches stretch on for miles. The crackle of the fireplace and the aromas of coffee dance warmly in my spirit.
Over the
holiday, my family and I went to a Casey, Illinois to see a parade with one of Momma's friend
and her family. Her friend is originally from that area and holds an unhealthy
distaste for the variety of roadside attractions in the surrounding area.
Landmarks such as “The World’s Tallest Wind Chime”,
“The World’s Tallest Rocking Chair”, and “The World’s Tallest Golf Tee” are
some of many wonders to see and explore. For my Travel and Tourism class, we
were assigned to visit five roadside attractions and one festival in a sixty-mile radius and take a picture of
ourselves at that location. My excitement grew as I realized I was going to
acquire all my necessary locations in just one weekend. We wandered, we gawked,
and we snapped some photos. Our two other stops
included the infamous “Mug Tree”, which is essentially a tree on the side of a
road with hundreds of mugs attached to it (we
can’t make these things up). And the other one the “World’s Largest
Knitting Needle and Croquette Hook”. Only in Illinois, my friends.
As the season change, so do the
availability of some of my favorite fruits and vegetables. The days of fresh
rhubarb and raspberries are behind us and the season of squash, fresh corn on
the cob, and pumpkin reign supreme. With strawberries slowly going out of
season in the Midwest, I knew I had mere moments to get a recipe in before they
were gone and not on sale. When I moved out, I promised my parents (double
promises to Momma Crawford) that I would strive to cook and eat healthier.
With spinach on sale, I was inspired to make a late summer inspired
salad. The strawberries gleam of summer reminisces,
and the roasted pecans tell of the season
to come. The goat cheese added a soft, subtle creaminess to the salad while the
homemade balsamic vinaigrette harmonized beautifully with the toasted pecans
and the sweetness of the strawberries. All
I can say is, goodbye summer and hello autumn!
Ingredients
- 3 cups fresh spinach
- ½ cup goat cheese, crumbled
- 1 cup pecans, roasted
- ¼ - ½ cup strawberries, sliced
- ¼ balsamic vinegar
- 3 tablespoons brown sugar
- 1 ½ teaspoons granulated sugar (optional)
- 1 tablespoon chopped garlic
- ½ teaspoon salt
- ½ teaspoon black pepper
- ¾ cup olive oil
Directions
- In a screw-top jar, shake the vinegar, sugars, garlic, salt, pepper, and olive oil until well combined. Taste and adjust the seasonings to your preferred likeness.
- Preheat oven to 350°F. Line and baking tray with pecans and roast until lightly toasted, about 7-8 minutes. Stir the nuts halfway through the cooking time to ensure an even roast.
- To assemble: to a plate, add the spinach, strawberry slices, goat cheese crumbles, and roasted pecans. Lightly drizzle balsamic vinaigrette over top. Serve immediately.
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