Flashback to earlier in the day: sitting on my kitchen counter was a perfectly formed acorn squash. I had just had a thought which will probably haunt me during the night tonight: what if there were a squirrel large enough to carry the acorn squash in its teeth and bury it?
Revelation of the day: microwaved that squash by cutting it in half, scooping out the seeds (saved for roasting), and nuking it for 6 minutes. Perfectly done. Doused in butter, sauteed and mashed, it became part of the one-dish wonder, serving it's master as a sauce.
Two hotdog-like brats were lurking in the fridge. Brussels sprouts were crying out to have their outer leaves stripped and sauteed for a few minutes in butter and oil.
Half a box of cooked penne (doused with EVOO to prevent sticking) was waiting to be needed in the event of a power outage due to that evil woman, Sandy. Parmesan remained dedicated to the daily grind.
When these culinary characters leapt together into a very large saute pan and got hot, they took on the call of a Siren luring me to the island of delection and delight.
No, I'm not drunk, just full, full, full. People, if only our ponderous political candidates could come together the way this dish did. They wouldn't run for office, they'd give up everything in a quest for Michelin stars.
