Last summer, we nearly drowned in a sea of summer squash and zucchini. We ate it steamed and baked in lasagna. We shredded it into breads and muffins. We cubed it into stews and casseroles. We froze it in every form imaginable. We eventually composted it. We nodded to each other, “oh yes, we’ll be glad we did this when the winter winds blow.”
And the winter wind is blowing. (Well not today, it is actually sunny and beautiful and supposed to be in the 40’s.) But the ground is frozen and mostly snow covered. There is a warm summer breeze, packaged into convenient sized portions, slumbering in our freezer.
Tonight, we enjoy turkey and summer squash soup. Seasoned with oregano and chives, we close our eyes and feel the steam of the giant stock pot we kept at a rolling boil last summer.
Time to pull out the seeds and start all over again. We knew it would be like this.