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. 

Thoughts of New York autumn's lead to apple orchards around every bend, burnt orange leaves on the mucky ground, and cold nights spent drowned in ancient family blankets. This past weekend, my boyfriend and I made the long journey to one of our favorite places; New York ski country. Ski country is nestled in the Appalachian Mountains about an hour south of Buffalo. The drive is humbling with small beauty marks waiting to be discovered everywhere.