
It was a vibrant autumn afternoon, in one of my favorite eateries. I was seated at Woodstock's Dixon Roadside, the cozy yet modern restaurant from the same folks behind Phoenicia Diner, drinking pinot out of a can and feeling all was right with the world. Best of all, I was eating exactly the kind of thing I'd never make for myself at home — a generous portion of ancho roasted butternut squash. It was insanely good, a dish I'd gladly eat weekly. But I have squash obstacles.
Squash is undoubtedly one of the best things about the fall, but I always recoil from actually buying them, because then I'd have to cut into them. Give me a can of pumpkin puree and I'm golden. Give me some of the pre-cut stuff at the supermarket, and sure, maybe I'll give it a sniff. Show me a whole butternut or a kabocha or an acorn and I'm like, "What is this, the safe at the Bellagio?"