I Swore I'd Never Do This

As I was doing it, it felt wrong...

But not enough to stop me...

Socks with sandals--- next stop,  dinner at 4:00pm.

What Became of the Squash?

About a week and a half ago I asked for ideas of what to do with my last winter squash.  I won't say that I was overwhelmed with responses... but my old friend Mohri did answer the call.   He identified it as a Turban squash, and said that the older specimens could sometimes be bitter and that my best option was to steam it.  So steam it I did, and then I pureed it to make a single serving of soup for my son, Julian who was not feeling well.  As Mohri had predicted, it was somewhat bitter.  So, I seasoned it with salt, pepper, turmeric, ginger, and a little maple syrup.  Julian was underwhelmed... He said, "it's right between I don't like it and good."  So....I swirled a teaspoon of agave on top.  He immediately said "ummm, that's good now",  and ate it up.  So, I guess it's still true...a spoon full of sugar does make the medicine go down.

Coco---dream crusher.

So perfect

On a side note, when I split open the squash I noticed the bottom made a perfect little bowl.  I'm a sucker for unique looking vessels, so I decided to dry and preserve it.  I had also sorts of plans to put it on my dresser to hold jewelry or some other small treasure.  I set it out on the table to dry as pictured here, then went on about my day.  Later that afternoon I noticed my dog, Coco, walking around the back yard  chewing and looking guilty.... I found what was left of my project on a pile of leaves under our bay tree. Guess, I'll have to wait 'til next year to fulfill my creative reuse fantasy.