F is for Fall

In addition to a scratchy throat and all the rest that comes with a cold, this weekend brought a few other signs of what is now my favorite season. I used to love summer for obvious academic reasons, not to mention it encompasses my birth month, but since moving to NYC and feeling the swelter of a subway platform in August, I have effectively fallen for fall.

I’ve been itching to make my own granola and fill my little space with the luscious (and very fall) fragrance of cinnamon and brown sugar. I picked up the rest of the short ingredients list and was all set to fire up the oven on Saturday but realized I’d forgotten parchment paper. I needed to get out of the house anyway on Sunday despite the rain (one facet of fall that I’ll admit I’m not totally in love with) and ran to Target. The impulse purchase of a caramel apple spice drink from the attached Starbucks did wonders for my fall fascination, not to mention my sore throat. It’s one of the only non-alcoholic beverages for which I’m willing to pay over $3.

Back in the kitchen, just a little measuring, crumbling (by hand!), and flipping produced a nice golden tray of my very own granola, plus the aroma to prove it. Welcome to fall, now bring on the sweaters and scarves!