Fall Sunday

A dear friend met us for lunch in the Birchwood Cafe, one of my favorite Minneapolis places. The coffee is excellent, the food is "good real food" and the folks who work there are both laid-back and efficient, a great combination. I had the French toast made with brioche, and topped with a sauce made with pears andwalnuts cooked with butter and sugar until they had become a kind of caramel delight. No maple syrup necessary, and the brioche is the perfect texture to sponge up the egg/milk without getting soggy. The dollop of whipped cream was real. It was like the most delicious bread pudding, but as light as air. We also shared the scrambled eggs with potatoes, toast and fruit. When we finished, we were satisfied but not overstuffed.

Today is the perfect fall day--warm enough to walk around without a jacket but cool enough to allow you to enjoy a sweater and a scarf. The leaves are only half off the trees, so you can still admire the colors and crunch them underfoot, in keeping with the late onset of winter in the last few years.

On the way home we stopped at the Produce Exchange. The free salsa class was just winding up as we stocked up on pears, clementines, pomegranates, oranges, and bananas.
In the car, my girl and I talked about the high school choices. We will got to two open house events next week, and she'll make a decision. I have my preference, but both are good places, well recommended by friends whoses kids have gone there, so we're lucky.

We'll each do our homework, then take a walk. Who knows when the weather will turn?