Last year, I bought a butternut squash from the farmers’ market, located in the downtown. When I got bored one day, I turned it into a welcome sign. It survived about 9 months. Last week, I realized that it started to go bad, so I had to cook it ASAP.
When I was skinning it, it struck me why I started drawing pictures on it instead of cooking it. I hate skinning a squash. Everytime I skin a squash, I cut my fingers. This time it was my thumb.