RecipeMuncher

Dearest Autumn, I love the way you make the air smell like apple pie and fireplaces. I love the colors you wear, the orange of pumpkins, the reds of the leaves being pulled down to the ground in swirls by the wind, and the deep gray of storm clouds. I love the way you change how I dress, allowing me to wrap myself with scarves, knit hats, thick tights and big sweaters that still kind of smell like my dad’s aftershave. I love how milky Irish Breakfast tea in the Fassbinder mug my mom gave (...)