There’s something about the moment seasons begin to change — a colder morning breeze, a softer sunset, or that almost-too-early craving for something warm. This bowl isn't meant to "fix" anything. It's simply something I make whenever the weather shifts and I want something that matches the mood.
Some days, it's the color. Other days, it's the warmth. Sometimes it's just the quiet feeling of chopping vegetables slowly. This bowl fits that in-between season — not quite summer, not quite winter.
(Quantities shift depending on the day.)
Sometimes I add sliced pear in autumn, or fresh herbs when spring begins. Nothing strict — just following what the season offers.
I usually open the window for a second before cooking — not as a ritual, just to feel the temperature shift. That little moment often decides the flavor:
Not because it uses seasonal superfoods, but because it changes when the world outside changes. Colors soften or brighten. Flavors warm or freshen. The bowl becomes a small edible weather diary — flexible and honest.
Some track seasons with calendars. Others with festivals. I track mine with ingredients and the feeling in the air. If this bowl matches your season too, that’s just a quiet coincidence.