Autumn Epiphanies

I had an epiphany recently. Actually, two.

Every fall, I hear women making endless happy sounds because it’s PSL weather, and time for cozy sweaters and boots, and happy fall ya’ll, and my favorite season is pumpkin spice latte season, and pumpkins/candles/fuzzy socks/coffee, and fall shows us how beautiful it is to let things go, ad nauseum.

It makes me want to curl up in a corner and whimper.

I don’t care about any of the hype. I don’t care about the positive spin. The leaves are brilliant, and I love, love, love all their colors, but I can’t cheer because it’s fall.

Fall means things are dying and we’ll have more night than day, and we have to put on  eight to ten layers to go outside and I see nothing to be glad about any of that. Even the word FALL is negative. The British have something over us because they call it autumn.

The first epiphany was this:

Only the privileged get to chortle about their favorite season.

Most people in the world don’t have the luxury of choosing a favorite season and changing their wardrobe and décor accordingly. Most people are just trying to survive, find enough food for the next meal, and have enough shelter from the elements to stay alive.

If I complain about the season, it shows how privileged I am, how entitled I am to feel comfortable all time, how I deserve to reject or praise whatever season I want to.

It’s ok to have an opinion. I have lots of them.

But it’s not ok to be grumpy or complaining because something about the season doesn’t suit me. This epiphany has the potential to change my life because I’ve done more than my share of complaining about mice moving into the house when it gets cold and snow keeping me from driving where I want to and six-month long winters.

I still don’t like orange, and I still wince at inconvenient cold and I still get super stressed driving in snowy weather. I will probably never stop fantasizing about living in Italy or Greece. But I’m rich beyond belief, and have more than I deserve, and I should never complain.

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Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed. –Mary Oliver.

My friend Hannah did this calligraphy on a chalkboard and I cried when I saw it because it’s so beautiful and true.

Then, the 2nd epiphany:

I don’t like pumpkin spice lattes because spice doesn’t belong in coffee.

Coffee belongs in coffee (and maybe cream) but spices belong in tea. So bring on the spicy chai! I dream of pots and pots of creamy, spicy chai every week for the next six months. Take that, winter.

This was the first one, in a tall mug, with friends at a darling coffee shop in Manheim, PA.

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I discovered I can make a mean batch of chai. It wants to be made in a batch, not just a single serving. In case someone else out there shares my sentiment for un-spiced coffee, you might like this alternative.

This is not a recipe, but a guide:

Count on 3 tea bags per cup you want to serve.
Put them in water that comes to half the amount you want to serve. (The other half will be milk. The idea is that you’re making super strong tea.)
Turn on high to bring to a boil.
While the water and tea bags warm up, add:
Cinnamon (about 1 tsp. per 3 servings)
A very small sprinkle of cloves
A knob of grated fresh ginger (or 1 tsp. dried ginger–you must have ginger, or it’s not worth drinking, as I discovered recently when I served mediocre ginger-less chai to friends)
About 1.5 cardomom pod per serving, or a generous dash of ground cardomom (this is where the magic comes: the wispy, ethereal aftertaste that’s almost there, then gone)
A good sprinkle of black pepper

Simmer all of this for 20-25 min. Taste to check the spices, taking in account that it’s going to be bitter and strong. But does it have the right spice balance? This is the question.

Remove the tea bags, leaving in the cardomom pods for maximum effect. This is your chai base, to use now, or refrigerate for later.

To serve, warm the chai base, add approx. 1/4 cup brown sugar, and enough milk to nearly double the volume. If it’s too milky, it’ll cover the spice, so be conservative with the milk to start with. The point is to have it spicy enough to be almost peppery, but sweet and milky to be warm and comforting. Heat until steaming (if you let it boil over on the stove, you’ll be sorry, as I was many times), use a whip to stir and froth a bit, and serve. You might want to strain the spices out or you can just let them settle.

You can take it to the next level by squirting whipped cream on top and drizzling caramel sauce over it.

Probably no Indian or African would claim this as their chai. It’s pretty blatantly American, but ever so warming and comforting.

9 thoughts on “Autumn Epiphanies

  1. I absolutely love chai. And cream. And spices. And fall (I just threw that in to make you mad). And your words.

    Thanks for continually calling me to mindfulness, delight, and honesty. ❤️

  2. Hi Anita, I guess I’ll expose my ignorance, what does ad nauseum mean? I’d be interested in knowing. Thank you in advance!

    Sincerely, Sara Nisly

    On Thu, Oct 31, 2019 at 9:20 PM Tis a Gift to Receive wrote:

    > Life is For Living book posted: “I had an epiphany recently. Actually, > two. Every fall, I hear women making endless happy sounds because it’s PSL > weather, and time for cozy sweaters and boots, and happy fall ya’ll, and my > favorite season is pumpkin spice latte season, and pumpkins/candl” >

  3. Oh how I love this post! So not a winter person! Thank you for the reminder of all I have to be thankful for even in winter. ~Cheryl

  4. Your words are so true and how easy we find it to complain when we really are rich beyond measure – by the way enjoy the ‘fall’ – or as I would say ‘Autumn’! – blessings Lois

  5. So much my exact sentiments!! I never could quite figure out how that saying even makes sense (fall shows us how beautiful it can be to let go)??? I don’t see anything beautiful in the fall when stuff lets go. It only makes the landscape look drab! What’s beautiful about black sticks for trees once the leaves let go, or dried up vines in the garden once they let go, etc.? The only thing I can think might apply is the very brief beauty of leaves fluttering through the air on their way down. But maybe someone can help me see what I’m missing in this meaningful sounding quote! 😄

    I too battle extreme sadness as I watch things die, the sun rays becoming distant and slanted, and cold, dark, dead winter coming. But I also agree with the over-arching truth you stated about our privileged lives, and how gratefulness should always be front and center, no matter what season. Thanks for the challenging reminder!

    I also prefer chai over any PSL! 😄 In fact, if I have a hot drink in cold weather, that’s my number one preference. So thanks for the new recipe to try!!

  6. I personally love fall…it’s such a nice chance to REST after the busy summer labors. But I agree….coffee needs to stay coffee. I always say I do NOT do perfume in my coffee when people want to convince me that all sorts of weird creamer flavors are actually edible.

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