Fall Voodoo is in the Air

Yesterday morning I found myself on another airplane--one that brought me back to Portland, a city I am loving more with each visit. The air has turned cool here and I realize that as much as I dread the coming winter months, the crispness of fall is the perfect compliment to the fresh Northwestern air. Speaking of crispness and the land of apples--I hope you've all spotted the season's most limited editions in your local grocery stores. Yes, my friends, the Honeycrisp APPLE has been spotted in grocery stores throughout the SL Valley and I'm MORE than happy to hand over my $1.99 per pound for their filling, sweet, and crispy goodness. They have become the personification of fall for my mouth. Each of my senses seems to be getting a good dose of the season. My skin is getting reaquainted with yarn. My feet are remembering what socks feel like. And my nose was recently reminded that the sweet combination of bread dough and a fat fryer make doughnuts--a traditional fall treat. Kenley took me to a famous Portland doughnuttery (that's my own technical term for it) yesterday--Voodoo. I had an apple fritter the size of my face and Kenley opted for the Captain Crunch covered goodness. It feels lovely to embrace autumn. It feels even better to be experiencing it with someone I love.