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At each change of the season i find myself being pulled, as if by some invisible thread, into the kitchen. Autumn seems to hold the most power over me, more than any other season. I dream of ingredients, of the warmth exuded throughout the home once an oven is set on a low temperature all day, transforming something average into something extraordinary. And the tools themselves seem imbued with some magic.
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It seems the foods of fall also poses an incredible ability for transformation too. Things are done more slowly, time and care spent on creating layered, enlivened flavors and i even brave baking now too something i ignore for the rest of the year.
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