Spring announces itself with wild garlic, nettles, baby peas, and first strawberries hiding under cool leaves. Pick thoughtfully, leaving plenty to regrow, and carry a small basket rather than a sack. Soups become verdant and quick; omelets taste like pastures after rain. Even a basic salad turns remarkable with tender herbs, lemon, and a touch of young cheese. These weeks pass quickly, teaching cooks to act decisively yet kindly, before sunlight lengthens and flavors shift toward full chorus.
Summer meals drift from stoves to gardens and balconies, with tomatoes that refuse compromise and cucumbers snapping like fresh ideas. Markets hum with stone fruits, peppers, and soft cheeses begging for picnics. Grills handle fish and vegetables with straightforward confidence, while windows stay open to the evening breeze. The best plan is barely a plan: cold soups, tossed greens, quick toasts rubbed with garlic, and fruit eaten over the sink, juice on the wrist, laughter in the background.
When forests scent the air with mushrooms, cooks lean into earthier textures and longer simmers. Grapes arrive in baskets, sometimes destined for cellar magic, sometimes for roasting alongside game or cheese. Chestnuts turn sweet and smoky over embers, finding their way into soups and desserts. This is the season of gratitude and gathering, when friends trade jars, recipes, and stories. Kitchens glow warmer, and patience grows easier, knowing winter will ask for the memory stored in every bottle and bag.
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