Dusting off the oven

September 2020 - We woke this morning to much cooler temperatures. Wood smoke filled the air as neighbors began heating their homes before dawn. I moved several large pumpkins from the patch to the garden table, hoping to speed the ripening process by pulling them out from under the vines and into the sun. I’m finding myself in the kitchen more and more, dusting off the oven, which hasn’t seen much action this summer. Yesterday Beau Henry and I tried our hands at a fig tart. Later this evening I’ll brush on the balsamic glaze, which I think I’ll make with honey instead of sugar. Then, after the boys are tucked in, I’ll crack open a bottle of cab and share a few slices with some friends.