I didn’t realize how desperately I had starved for a true Autumn until it arrived. “Alaska in the fall” doesn’t really exist beyond the three days you may see yellow leaves before everything’s hastily buried in snow. Existing slightly closer to the equator has given me the classic gradual slope of changing seasons, and my kitchen is a happy reflection of it all. Spiced teas, pumpkin cakes, and an abundance of colorful squashes will be present in my next few posts, so get ready! Today, we’re kicking off with a recipe that just so happened to go really well on the very first attempt–a welcomed and rare miracle. So it’s…