Another glorious summer is well and truly over. And was it ever a good one, with two records being broken for the sunniest, and driest July!
It’s the end of September and it’s already typical fall weather, grey and squally. Comforters and quilts are being aired and readied for the coming cold and we even had the heating on briefly one rainy day this week. It’s time to bring on the soups and stews – you know, hearty stuff to drive away the chill and damp.
And yet, what do I see calling out to me from the supermarket shelves like glowing warm beacons from summers past – passion fruit! At a few dollars apiece, it is an indulgence, but one I can’t resist for a quick-fix way to ward off some the bleakness of the darkening fall days. I can find bottles of passion fruit juice (Sri Lankan), jelly (from Hawaii, where the fruit is known as Lillikoi) and even frozen pulp at a store that caters to Indians from East Africa. But it’s the sight of the fresh fruit that really makes me long for a warm day with cloudless skies.
