I love fall. I love watching the leaves change and the smell of woodsmoke. I love warm socks and cozy sweaters and having a cold nose when I go out for a walk. I love the way my kids smell when they come inside after being outside in the fall air.
And I love baking. Two loaves: that means there might be enough left to put into lunchboxes tomorrow morning.
But not necessarily.
Wild Potatoes 