Spending my first Fall outside of Canada has actually consisted of its own difficult transition. Where were the pumpkins? I want to go apple-picking! Why don’t Italians sell brown sugar? Slowly but surely, the leaves are starting to change, even while we’re still immersed in summery temperatures, and the delicious smell of Fall—what my sister and I call “Halloween smell”—is among us. And, though I craved apple crumble without actually having brown sugar, I simply added… wait for it… maple syrup to demerara sugar and voilà! Canadian Autumn in Italy.

Thanks for this post, Hannah. You rock.