Though we don’t really have seasons in Southern California, we tend to pretend to. At least I do. When I go to the farmer’s market and see pumpkins, persimmons, parsnips, and apples it just brings the essence of the fall season to my kitchen, even though I’m wearing a t-shirt and flip flops. Yes, I know, we are spoiled out here. But we still love a hot bowl of chicken stew.