As Labor Day quickly approaches (can you believe it?!), I can’t help but recall the giddiness that I used to feel as a child when this time of year would roll around. Late August always brought with it the anticipation of the first day of school (and of course, finally being able to wear my NEW sneakers), the eagerness to see friends after a summer of separate adventures and a nostalgic farewell to a season of few obligations, bare feet and no bedtime.
As I’ve grown up, the associations attached to different times of year have developed and evolved. Specifically over the past few years, farming has added a more culinary connection to the calendar year. Appreciating what the earth and your climate are producing in an exact moment, with the precise given conditions, feels a bit like discovering a treasure as opposed to just being able to have whatever you want from the grocery store. The seasons no longer simply evoke anticipation of a certain forecast, but enthusiasm for the forthcoming fare.
Now, as the summer continues to unfold, I eagerly anticipate the warm charm of the winter squash to come and remind myself how important it is to savor each and every bite of this bountiful season while it is upon us.