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Hello Fall!


Having patiently been awaiting the arrival of Fall weather, we finally decided not to hold our breaths much longer, seeing as we our blessed with year round summer weather around here, and just import Fall into our home instead.

 


The girls have made s'mores kits and painted cardboard pumpkins (since if you carve real pumpkins right now in this warm weather, they will be moldy before you know it). 




A few girl friends joined me for a Fall lunch of Martha Stewart's herb crusted Salmon and Farro Salad inspired by a recipe from SOHO restaurant Charlie Bird which I happened across in the NY Times' cooking section one lucky morning.


For desert we savored a refreshing Champagne Jello topped with custard, made by my gorgeous, artistic and darling friend, R.  


Carla Bruni seems to be the sound track of Fall. 

I hope that you have also invited bits and pieces of Fall's charm into your day to make it more sepcial for you and your loved ones.

And here's a gift to you, a recipe to add to your Fall spread:

Charlie Bird Inspired Farro Salad

Ingredients
1 bag of Trader Joe's 10 min Farro, prepared as per directions on bag using chicken broth instead of water and salted to taste.  Cooled to room temperature.
1/2 cup shaved Parmesan Cheese
1/2 cup julienned fresh basil
1/2 cup julienned fresh mint
1/2 cup roasted, salted, shelled pistachios
2 cups sliced, peeled persian cucumbers
2 cups halved cherry tomatoes
1 large avocado, cubed
4 Table Spoons (or more) of Fresh Lime Juice whisked with 4 Table Spoons (or more) of Olive Oil
Salt + Pepper

Mix all ingredients, garnish with some shaved Parmesan and mint leaves.  Enjoy!

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