The citizens of New York always seem to complain when the cold wind slips through their jacket stating winter is on its way. Most of them despise the cold and began having summer daydreams just as soon as August ends. I am the opposite. I adore stepping outside of my orange beige door and stepping into an infinity blanket of snow., especially if there's a mountain near by. This salad is for all of you missing the hot yellow heat beating on the black top & the smell of barbecue waving in from your neighbor's yard. 

Growing up in Upstate New York has given me the most mesmerizing golden, crisp autumns each year. While most people here hate when falls slips into view because it means snow will be falling in a few short months, I live for it. There is nothing better to me than going with my boyfriend on a Monday to a local farm and picking the brightest green granny smith apples my eyes have ever seen or getting together with some friends on the weekend and carving pumpkins, not well I might add.