Sunday, November 30, 2008

Squash Story

I cooked a spaghetti squash tonight after being inspired by Kath Eats Real Food. The instructions she lists are really as easy as they seem, and the outcome is delicious. It's fun to scrape out the strings, too.

But there's more - and more evidence that food is more than just fuel. When I brought the squash home, Dad said he remembered having that as a kid. Tonight, he topped some squash with some jarred pasta sauce, took a bite, and looked at me. "Lisa, I haven't had this since my dad was alive." Now, my dad is not the most emotionally open person you'll meet; "gruff" is a good word to describe him. The way he said that made me pause - I could tell he enjoyed the squash for more than the taste. I felt really good about that.

6 comments:

Caitlin Dale said...

That is very cool.

Tiptoe said...

Lisa, moments like that are things that you'll always remember. What a great feeling.

Gaining Back My Life said...

I love your Squash Story! And oh yes, it is fun pulling out the strings :)

Sarah said...

I can count on one hand the number of times I've ever heard Dad say something like that. You should feel pretty awesome about your squash, m'dear.

Gaining Back My Life said...

I just had to tell you I thought about this story this morning, and it is really special that your Dad shared that with you. V. Cool.

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