Sans season

I was craving butternut squash soup the other day. Normally reserved for cold fall and winter nights, for some reason I desired the hot, buttery goodness and roasted flavor of butternut squash in the midst of a humid, 95 degree day. Seasonality is important, unless you have a serious craving in the middle of summer for a decidedly fall and winter vegetable.

The butternut squash roasted, freshly harvested at the season-less produce section at my local grocery store. As sweat poured down my forehead, I thought of the pilgrims who had most likely brought squash to the first Thanksgiving. Or was it the Indians? A couple of hours later I was enjoying the fruits of my hot labors. Thanks to my climate controlled house, I had the luxury of Christmas in July, a summer getaway in the middle of winter, and a complete reversal of seasonality. Velvety, buttery goodness...thank you for a little unseasonal taste of winter.