The winter squash I mean. At the farm today, we got the first of many to come, I’m sure. These cool nights have arrived a little too soon for my taste. I like to be under the down comforter at night, don’t get me wrong, but we technically still have over a month of actual summer left. Let’s not be too hasty. At this rate, it’ll be snowing by the end of September and we’ll be totally fucked if we decide to do this year’s Eat Local Challenge in October. (October? Really? Thanks a lot, Jen Maiser.)
Anyway, speaking of fall and the elephant-sized pile of squash in the room, I have an article in the September/October issue of Yankee Magazine that’s out right now on butternut squash. My article starts on page 92, so even if you don’t want to splurge for the soup recipe I was moaning about six months ago, you can at least flip to that page at the supermarket and say to no one in particular, “Hey, I know that idiot!”
Maybe if I spent as much time sending out query letters as I do blogging, I’d have an actual freelance career.