The love of place is as real, as strong, and as important as any love. I felt it on the wild remote coast of Tasmania. I’ve felt it over and over on visits to Yorkshire – my ancestral home and the place I spent my formative years. I’ve felt in the south of France – the north of France – the middle of France. The sunshine coast of Australia. Salt Spring Island off the coast of Vancouver. I’ve felt it in the rugged, wilderness of Northern Canada. In Killarney Provincial Park as I watched a blue moon rise over the lakes and listened to the loons call to each other. I’ve felt it the Rocky Mountains, the coast of California, in the zocalo in Oaxaca, as I watched eighty year old Mexican men dance with their wives. And too, in the most southerly bits of New Zealand as I peered out over the endless mighty Pacific Ocean looking southwards towards Antarctica. I absolutely felt it in Newfoundland. Definitely there. That was love at first sight.
I’ve fallen in love so many times, I’ve lost count.
Yet, no matter how far I wander in the world, I think it would be hard to beat autumn in Eastern Ontario. Even despite what’s coming next – that unspeakable long cold season that follows – it’s hard to resist the allure of autumn here with its long cool nights and crisp bright days. The sky is strewn with wisps of clouds, the sailboats are still bobbing on the water, the garden is still producing – lush with arugula, fragrant basil, and tomatoes. And here, in my sweet little home, I’m admiring my gorgeous long island cheese – the winter squash I’ve also fallen for and can’t stop rabbiting on about (or showing off – photo below!) and the late season white hydrangeas. I’m back in the kitchen, happy to return to leisurely, long, slow cooking. To homemade soups and simmering stews and braises. I’m thinking of candlelit evenings and bottles of late harvest Vidal and listening to Miles Davis. Perhaps I’m the last of the romantics.
This morning I had the first craving for pumpkin. I made these scones before breakfast and ate two dripping with butter alongside a huge mug of coffee while I listened to the CBC. Could there be anything better? It’s always the simplest of things that provide the most pleasure. My life is SO good.
Make these pumpkin scones – make them round, or in wedges, or whatever you like. They taste like autumn in Eastern Ontario. Perfect! And they’re so easy, practically fool-proof. They actually rise, despite the whole wheat flour and pumpkin. And so easy to vegan-ize – just use vegan margarine in place of the butter. I used butter this time.
Recipe is here – the non-plagiarized Starbucks Pumpkin Scone Clones! If you want to “Starbuck” them up – add a drizzle of white and dark chocolate glaze and perhaps some caramel. Mine just have a simple white glaze – 3 tbsp icing sugar, tiny bit of vanilla, tiny, tiny pinch of salt, and enough cream or coconut milk (or whatever you like) to blend.
And last but not least – it’s Friday – so I’m heading over to Fiesta Friday to join my friends in the blogosphere. Thanks as always, Angie for your incredible generosity in blogging.