Dearest darlings-
I've been remiss. I haven't been sending you
recipes at all!
Personal updates: I am now officially Tattooed Domesticity, as I have a tattoo on my right shoulder. It's a flock of 6 swallows, a gesture of solidarity for my friend Tim, who is living

with ALS. I'm also captaining a team for the Atlanta Walk to
Defeat ALS. I will be return
ing to my theatre in about a week and a half, and sh
all continue to live the life of a glorified laundr
ess (albeit with a really cool job). Last night, with my former roommates, I watched 3 scary movies and ate sand-
witches and eye-popping soup, while drinking beer with eyeballs in it. (cocktail eyeballs: canned lychee with cranbe
rries in the pits!)
Today, I'm making a recipe that Michela swears will be a creamy, dreamy, tasty explosion of not-quite-mac-and-cheese. I'll blog as I go,
and you can do it with me!
Butternut squash can
just last forever. I've had this squash for a shameful amount of time...it moved with me to this apartment, as a matter of fact! I've grown to love butternut, and I'm thinking that's related to the fact that most of my recipes don't involve peeling it. I'm just gonna say it: f*ck peeling butternut squash. It is such a total pain in the bottom! But, ok, I peeled this one. Then I seeded it, and cut it into chunks.

A little tip for you: a
nyone who tells you they like peeling a butternut squas
h: liar. Into the oven (@375) it goes, tossed with a couple Tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil and a teaspoon or two of herbs de provence (Michela said to use rosemary...use whatever you want)! That was about 20-25 minutes ago, and my house is starting to smell delectably like herb-y, baking squash, so I'm gonna go start the next steps. (It is, btw, a firm belief of mine that most food's doneness can be discerned by smelling.)
Oh, yum. I've just had my first bite. Here's what I did while we were parted:
Well, first of all, I think I over-roasted the squash just a little, but that gave me an excuse to

pinch off the crispy bits and snack on them. I boiled the squash with a pot of 1 cup milk [
actually, I'm out of milk, so I used nonfat dry milk, which worked perfectly well! (whisk together 7/8 cup
cold water and 1/3 nonfat dry milk)], and
1 cup low-sodium chicken stock. Trader Joe's makes a good one, but I r
oasted a chicken last month, so I made my own stock out of the carcass and froze it in ziplocks of 1-cup-each. I can't tell you how

accomplished I felt, using one!
While I was getting down with the sauce, I started to boil the pasta, whole
wheat fusilli. I think I used about 1 1/2 cups dry.
I whisked and I mashed and I stirred. Here ar
e my implements of squash-destruction:
I added the pasta when it was not yet fully cooked: a coup
le of minutes before al-dente. It was around this time that I realized that my sauce was not really thickening. I'm betting that if I used sweet potatoes instead of squash, the natural starches would have done it, but as it was, I sifted in a couple

of tablespoons of whole-wheat pastry flour.
I should mention, speaking of my friend Timmy, that my phone shuffled to some songs of his from college while I was cooking, and it was adorable. Oh, dear me, he used to write songs about our friends...it was pretty much the cutest thing that an electric guitar ever did.
Anyway, my yumminess was thickening quite nicely. One might call it done. But I'm a bad person. So I added a wee fistful of grated parmesan cheese. Please allow me to reiterate: this was a wholly unnecessary step. I only did it because I am a bad woman.
And, because I remained an unrepentant bad person, I topped my serving with some homemade, whole wheat bread crumbs. (I still haven't found a good whole wheat, 1lb bread machine, low salt recipe, but my sh*tty bread makes yummy dried crumbs!) And then, because I'm a bit of a good person, too, I added some flat-leaf Italian parsley.
Bon Appetit!