Dear Butternut Squash,
Please accept this letter with my sincere heart felt apologies.
In all of my years of grocery shopping, I have always passed you by. Sticking up my nose at your bulbous, misshapen body. Why did you not yell out my name as I walked on by. Throwing yourself off the shelf to roll in front of my cart wheel in almost a suicide attempt to get my attention would have possibly worked.
I am not sure what did it the last time. Maybe it was the twinkle in your root, the shimmer of your skin. But I thank you for hopping in my buggy. I know you were sad to leave your friends behind. But not to worry, I will bring them home on the next trip, because I will never again pass you by. Never, I promise!
Love Forever,
Your new BFF
Leslie
Recipe after the break
This article appears in Apr 22-28, 2009.