Suddenly, we’re eating dinner in the dark. Even after almost six years in Ireland, I’m still surprised by how time and the seasons change here, gradually and then all at once. One evening we’re eating salad on the patio and it seems like the very next night we’re wearing jumpers around the dinner table. Heck, before you know it, it’ll be Christmas.
I’m not complaining, mind. After 30 years of living where the weather never seemed to change and time stood still, a little seasonal drama is welcome.
When autumn weather starts to fall, the first thing I usually do is break out my stew pots. Why is it when the days get shorter, the cooking gets longer?
As the temperatures chill and the wind starts to blow, I find deep comfort in having something stewing on the stove for a few hours.
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