A week ago I purchased my first-ever squash and had no clue what to do with it. This recipe looked pretty unintimidating but it took me over a week to actually feel up to the challenge.
I didn’t know what to expect taste-wise, but obviously I was anticipating something sweet seeing as brown sugar and (vegan) margarine were two of the key ingredients. I think it turned out pretty well, but judging from other users’ photos, I feel like I picked up the worldest smallest acorn squash! I only needed one apple rather than the 2-3 suggested to fill this sucker up.
I obviously need a vegan food etiquette class because I had NO idea how to even begin digging into this bad boy. I fought off the temptation to simply eat the apples out of the squash bowl, but I don’t think you’re supposed to eat the squash skin (are you??). I’m glad no one was really watching because I wound up cutting one in half after eating all the apples and eating it like a complete barbarian, margarine running down my chin. Yikes. How are you supposed to eat one of these things?
I have another half squash to eat after yoga tonight and I have oodles of leftover black bean and quinoa to get me through several work lunches this week. I love leftovers. 🙂
All this cooking and baking is really wreaking havoc on my kitchen. Living in a small apartment with a tiny kitchen and NO dishwasher means I’m doing dishes, it feels, 7 times a day. Imagine my relief that my landlord takes care of the water bill! A lot of the time when my boyfriend eats over, we’ll divy up the workload–I’ll cook, he’ll clean. Since so much of this stuff doesn’t interest his omnivore palate, I’m stuck with much of the dishwashing duties. How is this not intimidating?
Doing dishes has actually become a little bit cathartic–I turn on some soothing music (lately, that’s been The National) and just zone out while scrubbing and hosing down all my kitchen toys.
You just have to make do with what you’ve got, I suppose. I also really need to invest in some new cutlery–well, mostly, knives. I have no idea how old my knives are–they’re hand-me-downs from my parents that have gotten me through college up until now, and I’m sure they were already ancient when they first came into my possession. I also don’t own a knife-sharpener so cracking open that squash was an interesting (and almost dangerous!) endeavor. What’s a broke girl to do?
I’m not too excited to return to work after this wonderful lazy weekend, so I’m taking things one step at a time. Yoga tonight, some leftover squash, and my wonderful cats.
They love to cuddle up in my obviously non-vegan footwear. I’m having a hard time parting with my past possessions, especially expensive possessions I came into owning by way of gift. The cats love cuddling in the Ugg boots, and my cold Chicago feet love their warmth. It’ll soon be time to re-evaluate my priorities, I s’pose.
How are you spending your Sunday?