It's no longer 95 degrees outside, paaaaaaaarty

It's fall now. It is totally fall. Anna celebrated the end of summer in an exotic manner.

And monkey brains, although popular in Cantonese cuisine, are not often to be found in Washington, D.C.

For my part, I celebrated by pulling something out of the freezer rather than cooking. Hello, brisket. You are still lovely.

Fall means long sleeves! Look how pumped she is.

Seasons are delightful!

Okay, well, I'm over it now. Who has some monkey brains stashed away?

Last night was white bean and pasta soup, from the Bon Appetit archives. Warm and garlicky, as the season demands.

No brains in here, which I assume is why Anna wasn't into it.