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[bigletter]As the story goes every September (now October too) we are doing our best to find Fall. It’s not easy no matter where you live, but particularly for those of us in warmer climates who still crave a chilly morning and that brisk air in the afternoon. Just as we found ourselves here, at this quaint trattoria in town searching for a breeze to cool down the big warm bowl of gnocchi I couldn’t help but order! Ice in my rose, à la piscine as they call it in France, attempting to find shade under the umbrella as the sun set on yet another sizzling day in September.[/bigletter]
The immediate demand for autumn come September in me is likely born out the comfort I was afforded growing up in the midwest, a place with real seasons and legitimate reasons to wear coats. I suppose I like to know what to expect but also maybe it’s more indicative of a slight impatience around time, as the seasons the natural way time is essentially communicated to us. But regardless the traditions will continue as my family welcomes the Jewish New Year, yet another answer perhaps to my question of when. When I will see my sweaters again, when I will get eat warm pasta outside without extra ice in my drink and when my son will stop asking for the pasta off my plate and eat the noodles on his own.
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