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It’s fall.  Not just the beginning, leaves are turning, crispy apple, time to get another blanket fall.  Fall as in warm scarfs, the first snow has already fallen, Thanksgiving is almost here fall.  Some of us are already mourning the summer’s bountiful gifts and getting used to turning on the oven every other day to cook.  The fruit and produce sections of the grocery are decidedly muted with the autumn colors of deep red, and green and orange.  Apples and pears, hard-shelled squash and potatoes abound, calling out for roasting.  And you know how I feel about roasting.  Happy faces all around!  All these lovely things to chop and season and stuff into hot ovens, making your whole house smell delicious and filling your belly with soft  warmth.  Late fall has always been a particularly lovely time, a celebratory time.  The harvest is in, the cupboards are filled, and we start to gather and settle ourselves.  I seem to be home more now, and thoughts of the coming holidays and gathering of friends and family are occupying my thoughts.  While I’m curled on the sofa, planning and dreaming, a bowl of this pear crisp, warm and fragrant is a fabulous thing to be holding.  Pears are at their best right now, and this crisp shows their creamy, melting side off.  If you make this once, I’m sure you’ll make it again.  I have pears on the counter again, waiting their turn.

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Isn’t it amazing how the smell and taste of something can bring you back to a specific time and place?  Many years later and all you have to do is inhale deeply, put a bite in your mouth, close your eyes and you’re there.  Better and faster than “Beam me up, Scotty” or clicking your ruby slippers together. Memories come flooding back, filling you with a bit of the long ago happiness, the touch of a hand on your cheek or the wistful yearning for that distant past. These apple dumpling had me standing at the counter, thinking and feeling a late night many years ago.  The ex and I were coming home from a Grand Prix racing event in Watkins Glen, NY which was a good 5 to 6 hours from our home.  We went up for the weekend, sleeping in the back of the van (we were young..) walking ourselves to death around the track in cold, drizzly rain.  Of course the main event was on Sunday afternoon, making the journey home a long and dark one.  After driving for 3 hours or so, we decided we needed coffee and food, so we took the next exit off the highway into a very small town that was mostly closed and dark.  Just when we were going to turn back and try another exit, we saw a small diner, shining like a cheesy old movie set on the side of the road.  Cars were parked outside, the windows slightly fogged with warmth, the light beckoning us in.  We sat at a scarred and scratched old table, drank coffee and ate burgers.  The waitress came over, asked if we wanted anything else and without waiting for an answer said, “You should have our apple dumplings, we make them everyday, and they’re really good”.  We had one.  Warm, with vanilla ice cream melting down into a puddle around it, pastry shattering under our spoons. Spicy and sweet, we couldn’t scoop it up fast enough, our spoons clicking and pushing each other for the next bite.  Happy, with warm bellies, the rest of the trip didn’t seem as long or as cold.

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