I feel like I’m on the cusp.
The cusp of that wonderful time of crunchy, fallen leaves, changing colors, and chili simmering on the stove.
I didn’t need the air conditioning on the way home (or in the house once I got home for that matter!) and I didn’t regret my decision to wear jeans either. Fall must be just around the corner…
The biggest indicator of the beginning of fall is football.
Tonight, my husband and I were having a deep discussion about the current era of quarterback legends and out of the blue he walked over and kissed me.
“What was that for?!?” I asked.
“You’re a girl who knows about sports–enough to have a conversation and an opinion. I just love that. Oh, and you like to shoot guns. I love that too.”
He’s the cutest.
Knowing that tonight was a big football night (even more so for the Cowboys fan aka my husband), I suggested he have leftover pizza for dinner. Of course he agreed.
I’m no dummy. I know my husband can’t celebrate the beginning of football season with anything short of a heartburn inducing man-dinner washed down with a beer.
But I had an ulterior motive. My husband doesn’t like fish and I was in the mood for some farro and flounder…with a fork…while watching football.
Today is brought to you by the letter F.
Farro is probably my new favorite ingredient of the moment. I just love it so much.
Farro is a grain and reminds me of brown rice but heartier and chewier.
I love it hot or cold. Here or there. In a salad or just as a side.
Did I mention it was versatile?
Being on the cusp also means that the veggie garden is exploding and after a summer of fresh picking, I’m running out of ideas to consume all the nutritious goodness.
This dish came together after staring at my pantry and the garden. It was light, delicious, and a perfect homage to the final days of summer.
Hey, who says you can’t have it all? This girl can be all about the flounder and farro even with football and firearms.
I told you today was brought to you by the letter F.