my whole life revolves around winter squash.
i'm the resident squash handler at the red wagon winter squash emporium. i take home bunk squash and eat it. i arrange squash in nice piles. i move it around a lot. i consider how many things i can make out of squash [breads, soup, curry, baked delisciousness, pie, mash, stuffed, drenched in maple syrup]. i plan to dry them and make birdhouses out of them. i carefully avoid the bees that swarm around the piles of squash. i tell people how to cook squash. i take pictures of squash. i dreamt about squash last night.
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hey there shleydm, how's it goin? this is ian writing you from melbourne. discovered your blog by chance and found it riveting to say the least! now, would you consider writing a haiku (yes, it could be about squash, why not!) for my blog? cheers!
Loved the photos!
What do squash dream about?
Speaking of food, here's an appropriately-timed Jewish joke for you:
Q: Why can’t you catch a Jew on Yom Kippur?
A: 'Cause they fast!
Apparently that rare mountain air makes prettier squash than we get in these parts. I would be obsessed with it too. I had butternut squash soup with bits up raw apple (as a garnish) in it the other night.....excellent!
Your like the old goat lady in
Cold Mountain, only with squash.
So much depends upon
Herding winter
Squash
At the red
Wagon
Farm –
Glazed with maple
Syrup
And served beside delicious
Chicken.
Cause they fast!
Ha!
oooo, welcome all new commenters! shley goes to australia!
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