A garden, a pub, a market. The saints prepare for the fall.
Sometimes in September after a good, decent summer you might feel a sense of loss for sunshine, salads and sandals. But the fall undoubtedly has its own magic. It starts with the name. ‘Fall’ always felt so right when I started the school year in New England fresh from California. The east coast is fall’s darling, with changing leaves, a soft chill. The one exception is that when referring to leaves, ‘autumn’ is better, unless describing what they’re doing as in, ‘the autumn leaves fall’. ‘Fall leaves’ don’t have the same ring. Anyway. That’s just to say, though I use the word ‘autumn’, after 12 years in England, it’s still fall I feel at heart.
This year has been one of big change for the saints. So after doing what we had to do to make those changes, we decided the welcome the new chill and the evenings closing in.
We took a trip to the Sheffield Park and Gardens where the leaves were just beginning to turn. Then off to the Peacock Country pub in Piltdown.
Over the next weekend, we headed to the Lewes Farmers Market which we do once a month to get the freshest game. Our belief in the fall was rewarded: October is one of the best months to get fish, game and vegetables of all description. No lean month, this.
We came away with:
- Venison rump
- Wild duck
- Kid goat ribs
- Kid goat breast
- Wild English rabbit
- Cavalo nero
We also bought a few prepared items including a rabbit pie and a beef, mustart and ale pie. That's for the weeknights. Because the saints still have to work.