The signs of autumn are piling up. Given how freakishly warm it has been up until the last few days, much of what I think of as Fall has been held at bay. Most of the leaves are still green, no hint of frost has come our way, and I’ve only worn long sleeves for my daily run a couple of times.
But yesterday, we finally gave in to switching on the furnace for a few hours. Our old(er) bones were not up to the 60° temps the house held onto for a couple of days. And today, this: I pealed, cubed, and roasted my first butternut squash of the season. Every dinner (and lunch?) from now until April will have some sweet orange goodness – squash or sweet potatoes – as part of the recipe. I am already warmed by the thought.
Dick Westheimer 