Fall musings.

Are you excited about fall? It's my favorite season. As soon as fall hits I want to eat apples, winter squash, soups, and drink cider. Every single fall I make at least one attempt at a butternut squash soup, and every single year it turns out wretched. I use a different recipe each time and each time it tastes exactly like baby food, not matter what I do. I am starting to think that I don't really like butternut squash. Does anyone have any butternut squash recipes that don't taste like baby food??

On another food note, I come to the topic of pies. I am not a pie maker - at all. Oddly enough this is the only thing Jim has ever asked me to make. He has even lamented over the fact that I don't make him pies. He even used the mom card one time (you know..."My mom makes pies"). You can imagine how that went over. Pastry and pie crusts just don't interest me enough to properly learn the right technique or to practice enough so they don't look horrible.

Last night Jim announced that since I wont make him pies he is going to become a master pie baker. Now, that is the exact reason I married him. He knows it's smarter to do it himself then to try and make me do it. I told him I had a no fail pie crust recipe that I had not tried because I was pretty sure it would fail. He looked right at me and said "I want my pie crust to fail over and over until I get it perfect. I need Martha Stewart's recipe."

That is determination. It's about time someone made some pies around here. Just in time for fall!