It must be fall...

richard-in-cincy

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I was sitting out on the patio listening to the acorns falling out of my neighbors great oak tree, shaken loose by the squirrels cavorting from limb to limb and knew that summer is going to sleep. It's time for the rich autumnal stews and roasts. And to start, here is a favorite fall treat at our house:

Posole

1 large onion chopped

1 head garlic, peeled and chopped

2 tbls. lard

1 tsp. black pepper

1/2 tsp. each of cumin, cloves, and cayenne

2 lbs. cooked pork shoulder (or Kalua Pig)

2 cups blue corn posole reconstitued (soak the dried posole in water overnight, or use white corn, or 3 cups of canned hominy)

1 quart rich broth, heavy on the pork

1 cup chopped green chilies (Anaheims, Serranos, and Jalapenos after your own taste)

Salt as needed

Soak the dried posole overnight. Bring to a simmer and cook for an hour the next day.

Saute the onions and garlic in the lard until they just begin to brown.

Add the spices, stir for a minute or so. Then add the pork, posole or canned hominy without the liquid, broth, and green chilies. Cover and cook at a simmer for 1 hour. Meat and posole should be tender after this cooking, if not, simmer until it is. There should be a generous amount of broth in the stew, so add more broth if needed.

Check for seasonings and serve the posole with these garnishes, served in bowls at the table, each person garnishes as desired:

salsa (cooked red and green)

finely shredded cabbage

thinly sliced radishes

chunks of avocado

chopped tomato

lime wedges

diced white onion (soaked and rinsed in hot water to remove the bitterness)

shredded Monterey Jack cheese

strips of sauteed corn tortillas

Go Bucks. Beat the 'Horns.

 
"September" by John Updike (I heart fall)

The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Crysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze.

"September" by John Updike

 
I can't resist..."September" by Eichendorff

The garden is in mourning:
the rain falls cool among the flowers.
Summer shivers quietly
on its way toward its end.

Golden leaf after leaf
falls from the tall acacia.
Summer smiles, astonished, feeble,
in this dying dream of a garden.

For a long while, yet, in the roses
he will linger on, yearning for peace,
and slowly
close his weary eyes.

(original text:
Der Garten trauert,
Kühl sinkt in die Blumen der Regen.
Der Sommer schauert
Still seinem Ende entgegen.

Golden tropft Blatt um Blatt
Nieder vom hohen Akazienbaum.
Sommer lächelt erstaunt und matt
In den sterbenden Gartentraum.

Lange noch bei den Rosen
Bleibt er stehen, sehnt sich nach Ruh.
Langsam tut er die großen,
Müdgewordenen Augen zu.'')

 
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