
As a San Diegan, I longed for the cooler months and went to great lengths to create some cozy fall ambiance. I would light my fireplace and crank up the air conditioner if need be, because darn it, I was going to experience fall whether the weatherman agreed or not. As SAD {seasonal affective disorder} started garnering attention and gaining legitimacy, I scoffed at the notion, claiming to be in my best spirits during the few dark and rainy days allotted us Southern Californians. Fast forward 5 years {almost to the day} since my husband and I sold our home, left our family and friends and headed to the Pacific Northwest. Incomprehensible as it once seemed, I may have changed my position on SAD.
This year, for the first time in memory, I have resisted fall. I was just getting the hang of summer quite frankly, and had yet to make the rounds through each summer fruit and vegetable when fall unexpectedly blew in. This summer, I was obsessively into mowing our lawn. I had a light bulb moment, realizing it could be equated to an hour at the gym, and of course the OCD in me just delighted in the tidy path of the mower. The sunshine beating down on my face delivered more familiarity than any of my surroundings and reminded me of my former life, enlivening me, but also underscoring how I had previously taken the sun for granted. I seriously watched those blades of grass for any bit of growth and would have mowed my lawn each and every day had I not feared my neighbors would think I’m bonkers. And I won’t even mention how much I love the smell of freshly mown grass. Yup, it is the littlest pleasures in life…
So… after spending a full week in bitter denial, and frantically buying up watermelons, I can report I’m now completely on board with fall and its cornucopia of offerings. It’s hard to deny that delicious things are ahead: visits from old friends, a celebration of my Dad’s 80 years, a culinary weekend in Napa for Janice’s 50th, and I’m already scouring all the cooking mags with Thanksgiving in mind. One thing is for sure, I’m not interested in approaching my favorite season halfheartedly…

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1/2 cup whole, salted, shelled pistachios
1 egg white, lightly beaten
1/4cup sugar
2 T {heaping} orange marmalade
1 medium Meyer Lemon, juice and zest
1/4 cup olive oil
1 medium shallot, very finely minced
sprinkle of kosher salt + several grinds of pepper
7 oz bag arugula
2 navel oranges, zest from one, then both peeled and cut into segments
6-8 oz feta, crumbled {I use lowfat}
Adapted from Cook’s Illustrated. Serves 4 as a main course or 8 as a starter. To make the sugared pistachios, combine the egg white and pistachios in a small bowl and then transfer with a slotted spoon to a parchment lined small baking sheet, discarding any excess egg white. Sprinkle with the 1/4 cup sugar and stir until nuts are completely coated. Bake at 325 for 20-25 minutes, until nutty brown, stirring twice partway through cook time. While baking, make the dressing by whisking the marmalade thru salt + pepper {plus zest of one orange} together in a large bowl. When ready to assemble, toss the arugula with the dressing and divide among individual plates. Top with segmented oranges, feta and sugared nuts.