The joys of autumn

I have made vow to myself to enjoy every single season to its fullest from now on. No more complaining, no more "I wish it was summer", "It's so cold outside", "I hate wearing thick jackets". For some reason, I find myself looking forward to the colder seasons so much this year, I simply could not wait to get into my winter boots and cosy jacket. Isn't it simple glorious to wrap yourself up in a thick, woolly scarf and knitted jumper in colourful patterns? To pull on a pair of extra-thick socks and crunch through the leaves in your winter boots? Picking leaves and acorns and chestnuts off the floor to decorate the house with? And the best part - finally getting home, red-cheeked and frozen to the bone, to a hot cup of tea? I know it sounds almost too cliché to be real, but that is exactly what I have been doing with my past week.

What I love most about autumn is that it's an in-between season. The sun is still bright and almost as warm as in summer, but the wind already has a wintry bite to it. There are days when you can still walk around in a light jacket and enjoy the dazzling contrast of green grass and russet-coloured leaves. And if it rains, just run yourself a bath ...

But the thing I love the most about autumn is pumpkin. I love eating pumpkin in any kind of way: roasted with onions, red chillies and saltry, crumbly cheese. In a curry alongside carrots and peas and green beans, soaking up the creamy coconut milk. And of course, the all-time favourite that I hadn't made in years until a week ago: Pumpkin Pie!

Actually, my idea of making pumpkin pie was inspired by a very good friend of mine who is an amazing cook and baker (she is a whizz at making cupcakes with the creamiest frosting, mhmm!), so I tested our old recipe before we made it together. Cooking the pumpkin, adding all the spices, the cream, the milk ... the smell was incredible. I sat in front of the oven for half an hour just breathing in that warming, buttery perfume.

I cannot begin to describe the agony of having to wait until the pie cools off, I must have resembled a starved wolf. However, that first spoonful of pie, the sweetness of the filling nicely rounded off by a thin, crisp yet still doughy pastry was more than divine. Now I can fully appreciate the term comfort food. A glass of milk alongside it makes it the perfect snack ... or dinner, in my case.

Love, x