The Story of Butternut Squash
Hello. This is Butternut Squash. Since I was picked up from the farmer’s market on Saturday, I have been sitting in the kitchen… listening. The kitchen is a very popular place and I’ve been hearing lots of talk about “best holiday ever” “gorging on food” “butternut squash soup”. It’s the last one that has my attention. Especially since the words “boiling” and “pureeing” have followed closely afterwards. Butternut squash soup. That does not sound like something I want to be a part of. So, I’ve been attempting to hide.
Apparently, hiding wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. When you’ve got a big bottom like I do, it’s hard to keep hidden.
So, I thought I’d try hiding in plain sight.
If you’re curious, hiding in plain sight doesn’t actually work. So, I tried to be a little more subtle.
My attempt to hide with the fire logs made me realize that camouflage was the way to do it!
In the end, I decided to hide in the kitchen where I could monitor all soup discussions.
I’m an Onion! Wish me luck!
– Onion (aka. Butternut Squash)
A note from Butternut Squash’s tormenter:
It all started this weekend when Ben put my farmer’s market veggies into my basket at home. In the basket went onions and butternut squash. Very monochromatic. Then he said, “It looks like the butternut squash is trying to camouflage itself with the onions.” Little did he realize how FUNNY I would find that. (For all those who have met Kayso, this should not come as too much of a surprise.)
Anyways, for the next couple days, every now and then I would look towards the basket of onions and butternut squash, and start laughing as I imagined the butternut squash saying, “I’m an onion! I’m an onion!”
So, that’s how the story of my Butternut Squash came about. Yeah I’m a little nuts. Hope you enjoyed it. Have a good Thanksgiving!