Comments on An Open Letter to an Organic Butternut Squash

Holy moley. I just started drooling over my keyboard.

Whoa. I need this recipe. I bet it would go great with some hot buttered rum.

tasty read!

Oh baby! Oh baby!

Squash is my favorite holiday side dish in any form. Try this one: Cut it up in chunks, mix with chunks of onion, red grapes, chopped sage, olive oil, salt and pepper. Spread it all on a baking sheet and bake until tender. Your dinner guests will caryr you around the room on their shoulders. if you are cooking for your sweety, she/he will ravage you in thanks,

Calle, that's the whole recipe. Get a squash. Cut it in half. Put it in the oven. Do the onion with butter. Add the squash when it's done in the oven. Pour chicken broth over it. Simmer for a while. Put in whatever you want—cinnamon (delicious)? a little chili powder (for kick)? When it seems soupy, it's ready. Blend if you like. It's incredible once it's blended.

Aw man. Frizzelle just butternut' all over this slog.

Damn that sounds good. Not to mention there's something kinda naughty about the word 'butternut'.

I thought that might be the case. I rarely cook/bake, so I'm kind of nervous (as you were) but I'm totally going to try this.

"a friend"? where's the love?

it's true, the recipe is so simple that you can tell it to a person while walking down the street. you can vary it with minced fresh herbs to your liking (introduced late in the "bubble" stage). organic chicken broth is best, and organic sour cream kicks regular sour cream's ever-loving ass. crème fraîche works, too. yay for soup!

Hey little lamb. I bought a chunk of your leg the other day at the local coop market. I dredged it in pimiento and black mustard seed and slapped it in a dry pan over a hot flame. I seared that chunk of your leg for mere seconds on each side, then I flamed it in a jigger of fine tequila. Your seared bit of leg set off my smoke alarm as burning flesh will do. I reset the alarm and turned you out on plain white china which ran scarlet with your blood. I poured a glass of garnet Zin (Ravenswood Monte Rosso 1999). I wished I had bought more of you, little lamb. Seared and rare you make a damned fine piece of meat, and it may have been the wine, but it felt like you had given me a bit of your wolly warmth.

More fun with butternuts: cut in half, scoop out the seedy gunk, bake in oven, stuff with sausage sauteed with garlic and brown sugar. Mmms.

For even more fun, roast a chicken the day before, and make your own broth. It's easy and good.

Butternut's tasty, but I prefer delicata squash. Cut in half, scoop out seeds, pat with butter, bake. It's like a baked sweet potato.

hey delicious peyote mushroom that I bought from a really smelly guy! I bought you and hid you in my dresser drawer for a few hours until my mother left the house. Then I slowly stripped you out of your ziplock bag and gazed upon your beautiful mushroom head. I gently licked the top of you and then saw that you were getting soft and moist. Then I introduced you to mr boddingtons pub ale from my fridge. I could not resist anymore. I put you in my mouth and chewed your chewy peyote body with a ferocity of a hungry wolf. Then, while you were resting in my stomach, I drowned you with ale. It was snowing, you were delicious, then my dog, Vanity, began to talk to me.

I make butternut squash soup basically like you, only I add curry powder. Yum!

Have you tried spaghetti squash yet? It's all noodly inside and you can season it like squash, or like pasta. You bake it just like regular squash. YUMMMMM.

Aside: Peyote Muncher. Your story would be great if there were such a thing as a peyote mushroom. Unfortunately for you, there are only peyote buttons. They come from cacti. Perhaps you should consult a shaman next time, instead of just a really smelly guy. A really smelly shaman might do in a pinch.