One of the hardest things for me when I baked professionally was when the first crate of apples arrived. I'm not one who let's go of summer easily. With the bounty of peaches, nectarines, plums, berries, and apricots that I was used to cascading forth at the markets, it's always a challenge for me to refocus on fall fruits and say goodbye to the luscious, nectar-filled fruits of summer.
Here in Paris, we had a variable season in terms of produce, but the end-of-the-season nectarines and fuzzy yellow peaches that I've been snacking on have been amazing. I've been gorging on vivid green Reine Claude plums, seemingly unable to get my fill, and I even lugged home a generous assortment of heirloom tomatoes that I chanced upon, which are not nearly as bountiful at markets here as I wish. And with corn-on-the-cob (sourced in Chinatown) and chilled rosé, I've put together some lovely summer meals to share with friends.
Now that everyone in Paris is back for the rentrée (the period when everyone returns to life as usual), we're gearing up for the fall. I've seen a few sweaters and scarves out there, and the market stalls are filling up with apples, pears, and (thankfully) figs, which are one of my favorite fruits. I don't know if I've quite ready to embrace the brisk weather yet like all those bundled up Parisians, or leave those nectarines behind, so I'm going to pile as many as I can into my market basket this week and make summer last as long as I possibly can. And leave my scarves - and sweaters - at home, as long as I can as well.