Dear Feastlings,
By the time our busy season draws to a close, around Mother’s Day, we’ve all usually had the moxie wrung out of us. We ache for the summer so we can exhale, and maybe sit on the couch that summer offers us. And for a short while, we relish it: we take little trips. We loaf and dally. We loll and lollygag.
But our summer is a long one- it’s not the June through August that the calendar suggests, but rather a Tucson summer, one that stretches from graduation weekend to more or less Halloween. And by now we find ourselves ready to crawl out of our collective skin. The early nights that we relished at first leave us bored and anxious. We’ve exhausted the reserves that we’d set aside for summer. We’re stretching our dormant limbs and cracking our knuckles in the hope and expectation that we’ll all once again find ourselves with something to DO.
While scholastic endeavor and whatever part you play in it has already brought some of you back to town, there are others we don’t usually see until the evenings again feel cool and the days are pleasantly warm, with the sun as a cohort rather than a tyrant. That’ll be in a few more weeks. We’ll see another bunch around Thanksgiving, and even more after the holidays, and not long after we’ll be working our way back toward wishing for summer to return, and starting the cycle anew.
For now, though, we’re bouncing back and forth from toe to toe, shadow boxing and feinting like prizefighters readying ourselves for season, and in a few more weeks, it’ll be upon us, and, God willing, we’ll be ready. Today marks the beginning of the October menu,
https://www.eatatfeast.com/dining/menus/lunch-dinner/
the 7th being the first Tuesday of the month, and we’ve got a handful of new dishes that tiptoe into autumn as if we lived among leaves turning color, unloosing, and drifting to the ground. Likewise, we honor the impending fall with alpine wines from either side of the Austrio-Italian border this Saturday, October 11th,
and then, before you know it, those wayward cousins in our Feast family will have drifted back to town to break bread with us again, and we’ll set back to work.
See you soon.
Love,
Doug