Right now, I am back visiting my family in Ohio. As I am writing this, it's nighttime so it is quiet, but I can still hear crickets chirping outside and other night critters making their evening noises. Back where I live in San Diego, there isn't enough grass or trees or forests to even house these insects, so I miss out on their soothing chorus. Here, the cool air is floating in through the window, and there are no fast cars or loud freeways or other disturbances. The calm is wonderful.
When the sun comes up tomorrow morning, the light will touch each blade of green grass, each leaf on every tree, and the noise from the nighttime crickets might be replaced with morning bird songs or buzzing cicadas. But fall is here and rain is always a possibility (unlike San Diego, there is actually weather here in Ohio), so the cool breeze might linger, and if I am lucky, we might even get a thunderstorm. If we do, I am sure my mom and I will sit on the porch and listen to the rain pouring down while the wet air mists around us. These are some of the best feelings of home.
Sliced black mission figs.
I am sure it comes as no surprise when I say that one of my favorite things to do when I am at home is to cook for my family. My dad is a budding chef himself, so he always likes to get in on the action, and we usually have grand plans. This time, I went to the Westside Market with some friends, and picked up all the fixings for a fantastic fall-inspired pizza. I found black mission figs, earthy sage leaves, local meats, and I got a great deal on a log of fresh chevre.
Cut the goat cheese into medallions easily using a thin piece of thread or wire.