I love fall, it’s one of my favorite times of the year. And although I love the colors, the cooler weather—I live in a desert– and playing in the yard again or decorating for the holidays (My house is decorated from October until January) those aren’t the reasons I look forward to the season. As soon as the weather turns chilly, my recipe book comes out.

My kids know the first rain means hot chocolate season has begun. I love to fill my house with the warmth of the oven and the scent of cinnamon, chocolate or bread. My mind turns to stews, roasts, pies. I get excited by the smell of yeast or sautéed onion.  Fall just puts me in a baking state of mind. The recipe books come out, and I plan which new treats to bake and dust off the old ones.


Fall has another thing to recommend it. My husband falls in love with me all over again. Or as he puts it, “falling doesn’t sound fun, I’m floating in love with you.”

He reminded me the other day that he “floated” in love with me in the fall. And in another conversation, he said he couldn’t wait for me to start cooking my winter recipes again.  Yup, the way to a man’s, at least that man’s heart, is through his stomach. I think the first thing I made for him was stew and homemade bread. I can still remember the way his eyes lit up. He was hooked. I sometimes tease him that my cooking was the catalyst that decided I was the one for him.

During one of my editing-frenzy days, he picked up a frozen lasagna from the store for dinner. He was kinda excited because he hadn’t had one in awhile. Halfway through he said, “You know, I think I only thought these were good because I’d never had yours.”

Cooking and baking is fun, but cooking and baking for someone who appreciates it? Priceless!

Do you bake more in the winter? What are you looking forward to this fall?