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Because, when I bake fresh squash, I invite Benjamin in to stand on our kitchen step-ladder and participate in the skinning and pureeing of said vegetable. He decides he needs to eat some of the squash. He proceeds to eat all but about three tablespoons of the puree, which is more or less useless in baking terms. So, I offer the rest of the squash to Lilah, who stands on a dining room chair eating it with a spoon from a ramekin. It is my chair, which gets squash on approximately three-quarters of its surface. When Lilah indicates that she is finished, I wipe her down and she heads into the kitchen, where she cackles with delight as she climbs up and down the step-ladder in the middle of the kitchen. I go to remove the ramekin and notice there are about two teaspoonfuls left, which at this point I may as well eat. I walk past Lilah as I take the first of two bites, whereupon she screams at me. I sigh and put the last spoonful into her mouth as she stands on the step-ladder, wash out the Cuisinart, put away the step-ladder when she gets down to go pull all the little cards out of Candyland, and start to scrub down my dinner chair.
I give up and decide to make garbanzo muffins, instead.
The recipe has been removed. Please let me know if you need a copy.