This morning I was greeted by both the sound of 3,000 government employees returning to work at the Johnson Space Center after the government was reopened as well as a crisp fall morning with temperatures in the 60’s.
With temperatures still hovering in the 80’s and 90’s most days the little taste of fall was a welcome if brief occurrence.
I am sure that the local news crews interviewing all of those returning space workers also appreciated the cooler temperatures as they toiled on their “local impact of government shutdown” human interest stories.
In terms of the cooler weather’s effect on me, I have noted before that fall is my favorite season of the year.
I love the cooler temperatures.
I love the smells of the season and the changing colors of the leaves.
I love that all of the pumpkin inspired hot and cold beverages are available in the stores.
And of course when I was younger I loved that fall meant that presents under the tree for Christmas were just that much closer to becoming a reality.
Okay, so I still like the fact that fall means December is that much closer.
So while there are myriad reasons why I love fall it is also a season full of memories of things that one just can’t do in Florida and Texas.
When I lived in Maryland I would spend fall days jumping in piles of leaves and going on nature hikes.
Fall was also the time where a school field trip to Butler’s Orchard in Germantown, MD allowed me to pick the perfect pumpkin right out of the field where it was grown and stock up on some tasty apples.
The lack of access to a pick your own pumpkin patch is likely one of the reasons why I no longer carve my own pumpkin. Once you have picked an almost as big as you pumpkin that is still attached to its life giving vine and wrestled it onto the school bus, anything else just does not seem right.
I mean nothing against those pumpkin patches in front of churches and the pallets of pumpkins at the local grocery store or big box store, but I prefer to pick my own pumpkin when given the choice.
As I was walking outside today thinking of pumpkin picking memories of falls gone by, it occurred to me that the cooler temperatures would make for a great excuse to have some warm comfort food for lunch.
So with my appetite in tow I went to one of my favorite local diners and ordered some shrimp and grits. Of course what I really wanted was some Maryland style crab cakes but as I had noted recently with another uprooted Marylander there just really aren’t any places to get good Maryland style crab cakes in Texas.
For the record this particular diner where I was having the shrimp and grits makes a pretty tasty New Orleans style crab cake.
When my shrimp and grits arrived in all of its steamy flavorful goodness it felt like fall. There were gray clouds outside and warm food inside. I tried to tune out all of the people walking outside in shorts and told myself that it was cold outside and the clouds were snowy reminders of that.
Several of the diners around me had similar cravings for the flavors of fall as at least one person at every table was ordering soup of some kind.
Of course I did not just end with my warm bowl of shrimp and grits. I continued the fall food bonanza with some warm pecan pie. Unlike pumpkin pie which I can only eat during the fall and winter months, pecan pie tastes good year round. But pecan pie when there is a bit of a chill in the air tastes even better.
In reality it was barely cold enough outside to justify eating shrimp and grits but we are not afforded many cold days in this part of Texas so we have to take advantage of them when we can.
That is also the reason why temperatures dipping into the 70’s can be cause for some people to grab that coat or jacket that has been stuck in the closet all year. After all, one never knows when they will get to wear it again.
I realize that right now all of the readers from parts where it is less than 60 degrees for 7-8 months out of the year are probably laughing at the Sunbelt dwellers and our version of “cold.” It is the same way that someone from Hawaii would get little sympathy for complaining about a cold day of 80 degrees.
Some of you are even saying that if we love the cold so much why don’t we move to areas where we can take advantage of it more?
I can only speak for myself when I say that as much as I enjoy the cold, I enjoy it in the doses that I have now since no one wants to be sitting out on a beach chair when it is 50 degrees out.
So I will continue to enjoy the small tastes of fall and winter as they arrive here to help break up the 10 months known as summer and not as hot as summer.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think it is time to make some hot chocolate before the temperature goes back up to 90 degrees tomorrow.
Copyright 2013 R. Anderson