Every Friday, we’re mixing things up with a different kind of food writing. More specifically, food poetry to be read slowly, over your morning coffee. Today, the pantry is on a pedestal, once again.

Come October, pumpkins are everywhere. And not just in our friendly neighborhood patches -- they're overflowing in farmers' markets, on stoops. They're in our pasta, in our pies, in our lattes. 

It’s like clockwork: right around the time the leaves start to change color, we start seeking solace in our pantries. 

Memories of apple-picking come in silent vignettes for me, flashes of rural orchards and empty bushels and testing the strength of my 12-year-old forearms, a little fog for dramatic effect. 

Every Friday, and sometimes on Thursdays, we’re mixing things up with a different kind of food writing. More specifically, food poetry to be read slowly, over your morning coffee. Today, a little fun with meter and marshmallow-toasting.

Every Friday, we’re mixing things up with a different kind of food writing. More specifically, food poetry to be read slowly, over your morning coffee. This week, a summer fruit we can still get our hands on.