roasting things...

i am in love again. with the smells of roasting squashes. i know, sort of strange. I spent my entire childhood doing all that I could to avoid anything containing or related to squash and now, now my friends, i am preparing to make the best soup ever. squash and potato soup and I have seen the light. anything is good, if it is roasted. Maybe thats why we're all so much happier in the summer . or when people who love us have enough insight to roast us in good humor. Its a sign that they know us, see us clearly, and still love us in all our warty ways.
I wish I had a picture to share of my culinary genious but no, I'm fighting to keep the almost two year old out of the oven. he thinks its a play spot. oh lord. danger has entered our lives in a large fashion.
I'm so happy that its Thanksgiving. we host the first of our meals this year and go to my mothers on Saturday for the humoungous meal of extended family- the first without Grammie, so we'll see if it rings true. I think it will, as the mess of our lives still moves on... and there'll be no end of the talk about her, so I'm even looking forward to it. She'll be shaking in laughter as she watches us avoid the obligatory sweetpotato marshmellow thing that shows up every year.
I am full of love. so you get some today, and thank you for reading! or for being doubtful that I look like a stroke victim, just because I have good legs... :) yes, I do...
THANKYOU.
wonderful food and blessings to you all....
wifemother