kitchen magic

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. 

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.