“Enter The Squash”

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The last time I looked at the calendar, it was August. 

Let's make soup, baby.

Let’s make soup, baby.

I know it’s August because I’ve been checking out the calendar pretty much everyday (okay, sometimes twice a day) since I’m counting down the days to the second of September.

Which is a day I’m not particularly looking forward to, but you have to start somewhere. I’d say that I’m sticking my fingers in my ears and singing “La-la-la! I can’t hear you!” like a second grader who wasn’t ready for the first day of school, but I always loved the first day of school.

And fall. Fall’s my favorite season. I know it’s fall because I bought my first winter squash yesterday. A perfect orange organic Red Kuri squash grown at a farm cooperative in Lancaster County, PA and purchased at my favorite independently owned natural food store. It’s keeping my basil and rosemary plants company on my kitchen window sill. I named it Larry.

The squash, not the store. Just wanted to clear that up for you.

So, Larry will happily spend the rest of his days in my kitchen, snuggling up to the new ornamental pepper plant. And he will live a good life.

Or at least until he goes on the menu.

 

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