New England may be fine, but our autumn is pretty glorious, too. I wish you all could be here to see it. Today I cooked up an acorn squash and my o my but there isn't anything better, especially with a little cinnamon, brown sugar, and apples.
Lest you be tiring of the odes to autumn, I do have a luscious piece of news: my man Martin just got a poem accepted at Beloit Poetry Journal! Pretty proud of that guy. So proud, in fact, that I whipped him up an acorn squash tonight. That's the kind of wild way we celebrate around here.
