Fall is my favorite season of the year, no question about it. There’s something about the start of school, a fresh breeze with a hint of chill, the leaves thinning and the night growing that is like… I dunno, wiping away the old to make the world clean again. Anything is possible in the fall. I can start fresh in the fall.

This might have something to do with being a Texan. If you were going to ask me what the deadest month of the year is, I’d likely say August. February is cold and blustry, but August kills with heat. The world around here is a dehydrated wasteland, and I can’t bring myself to step foot outside in it. In February, you can put on a coat. In August, not matter what you wear, the heat gets under your skin and burns you dry. But just when I think I can’t take it any more…

Dai Due (if you’re in the Austin area and aren’t familiar with this foodie gold, check it out… and get ready to put forth your paycheck in whole) has a weekly butcher shop offering that rotates with sausages and terrines and all kinds of goodness. I just got this week’s mailing, and it’s filled with apples and pork, and it just made me smile so big. The best tastes of the year, in my mind, come in gourds and pork and glorious, glorious apples! Maybe when the my month of living Paleo is up, I’ll break the fast with a cider. I will have made it through August as a primal gal, and can be proud that I’ve done something healthy with my arch-nemisis month.