I’m a sucker for fall. It’s my favorite season by far—crisp air, sweaters and jackets, crunchy leaves and acorns underfoot, and dazzling colors (apples, pumpkins, foliage). And then there’s the food—warming soups and stews, comforting casseroles, apples pies, heartier vegetables like butternut squash and Brussels sprouts. Fall in NYC, however, can be a little bit lacking. You don’t see a lot of colorful trees, there aren’t random farm stands selling hot apple cider, and somehow picking out a pumpkin from the corner deli doesn’t have quite the same charm. Luckily for me, a recent trip to Vermont helped satisfy my fall cravings.
