When I saw winter squash at the farmers market, I dived in like a kid on Christmas, shoving multiple squashes in my basket as if they were the last of the season. I didn’t stop at Kuri Squash, oh no, spaghetti, kabocha, and delicata were all piled high in my basket. I suddenly felt a lot of adoration for my newly purchased basket. As if this event confirmed that my slightly elaborate basket purchase was a necessity, not an indulgence.
It’s rare I know exactly what I’m going to make with the ingredients I purchase from the farmer’s market. I get sucked in and suddenly have more than I can deal with. This time was different. This time, I had a plan for the Red Kuri squash.