There are lazy mornings. Sleepy mornings. Mornings that beg for runny yolks and starchy taters (or Rutabaga in this case) fried up with onions. This is most true on cold and grey mornings.
This is especially true in the late fall as temperatures drop. The dulled colors of dying grass covered in a light film of frost. The light is muted and grey. The air even smells different brought on by the decaying leaves on the ground. Even the crispness of the air is dulled by the fact that the atmosphere hovers just above and below freezing varying by any given hour. The trees are stark, managing a majestic presence and vulnerability at the same time.
These are the mornings that cause you to put on extra cozy socks and a sweater before wrapping your hands around that perfect cup of coffee while the smell of onions and root veggies waft through the house. These are the mornings that command a hot breakfast that won’t leave you craving anything for many hours to come. Continue Reading →