Nubby sweaters. Dishes of hot oatmeal, drizzled with cream. Brisk walks along sidewalks littered with crunchy gold-hued leaves. Braised meat dishes, the stewed meat literally falling off the bones. It is fall. Out my window and a few blocks down, I can see Central Park, a place where only weeks ago, couples strolled in flip-flops. Now, not only are feet getting covered by proper shoes, but in the evenings, hands are being shoved snuggly into pockets. One tree is precocious. For sometime now, its leaves have been staunchly yellow, although in its neighboring arbor, the leaves still remain green. Fall is here, a time fraught with change, and I love it. And in celebration of this time year, I made a very simple, though quite impressive (if I do say so myself), Stuffed Squash.
I love winter squash of all kind. [...]
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