Are you ready?
In the midst of freelancing, festive reading, and writing many, many lists, I feel like I’m well overdue a mince pie. At this point, some brandy with fruit might even suffice.
But it’s so very nearly the big day, and that means it’s time to put the finishing touches to the Christmas menu (where’s that brandy?).
Autumn has arrived with a riffling of brown, orange and navy cardigans heaped and hanging on the back of the front door.
And with the end of our garden tomatoes, and the yellowing bean vines drooping from the neighbour’s birch, change is afoot.
I don’t know about you, but I think I’ve reached that point in the year when it’s time to wind down. I’m tired. It’s cold. And it’s really dark.
Not that I’m complaining. I’m tired because I’m busy taking some big steps in my copywriting business, and I’ve just completed NaNoWriMo for the first time. I love walking in the winter cold and taking inspiration from the morning frost and mist. And the dark allows me to hunker down in the evenings with books, pens, ideas and tea.
But all of this does mean that my eyes are weary and I’m in search of warm and filling festive flavours. A hot bowl; something mulled maybe.
Sweet Potato Popcorn Pie
Well doesn’t this look like a seriously intriguing cake? I’ve been so looking forward to sharing this one with you all, but I wanted to bring it in all its seasonal, festive glory – and Bonfire Night here in the UK seems perfect.
But before I tell you just how deliciously wondrous this pie is, a warning: if you’re a traditional sweet potato pie connoisseur, this does not play by the rules. Because I don’t really know what the rules are, and I haven’t actually looked at a recipe for a sweet potato pie …
Heading off to the train this week, I took the time to notice the signs of season’s change; the washed-out blue of the sky, the growing leaf litters on the pavement, and the thin armour of a new burgundy jumper. A different quality to the air.
And as I walked, it occurred to me that autumn is taking her time this year; the approach more considered, the decay slowed to a recognisable – visible – pace.