As fall creeps around the corner, so does the craving for hearty soups and stews. At least it does at my house. It’s almost like our stomachs know that the season is changing far before our minds do (or far before our minds want to admit it!). Nothing screams comfort like a cozy day inside with the savory smell of stew on the stove filling the air.
I’m a summer girl. Always have been. Always will be. The thought of winter makes me quiver with disgust. And I suppose that’s because winter here in our current home of Northern North Dakota can be more than cold. Temperatures like -46…. (yep… you read it correctly; NEGATIVE forty six) that’s just not right. That just shouldn’t happen. But, needless to say, it is inevitable. And most fall days for me are spent dreading the inevitable. And that’s probably because fall lasts about, oh, two weeks here, usually. BUT, with that being said, I really do like the fall weather. And I really do like stew season. And I try to make it a point to savor the things I do love about the season, while I can. Even if it is short lived.
A chilly day, everyone bundled up inside with a book, good movie, or maybe a puzzle, the quiet and still of the evening, the smell of a simmering pot of stew and maybe even fresh bread in the oven… it reminds me of home as a child. And there is nothing more comforting.
Yesterday happened to be one of those days. Sweat pants and snuggly blankets where in order. And so was a big ‘ol pot of hardy beef stew. The family said it was the best I’ve ever made. But, I’m convinced that the first stew of the season is always the “best I’ve ever made” because after a busy (and well loved) summer, it just feels so good. Yep, food can feel good.