Summer Becomes Winter

We've reached that particular time of year in Madison, WI when the weather vacillates between summery warmth and wintry bleakness. I'm not convinced that we have a fall here, just a long period of indecision-- is it summer? is it winter?-- followed by, well, a very decisive winter.

On a particularly chilly day at the end of last week, our table reflected the season. We had fried okra, which we can never eat enough of and which represents high summer in my language of vegetables.


And, right next to the okra, pure autumnal fare: brussel sprouts stewed in cider with local Macintosh apples.