The squash is still going wild

You've heard me go on about the Indian squash before, so I won't do it again. Here's what I didn't know when I planted it: squash bugs won't touch it. Every other squash I've grown got demolished. This one they walk right past.

Do they think it's spicy? I have no idea what goes through a squash bug's mind. But I say it's not spicy roughly forty times a Saturday, and apparently the message hasn't reached them, maybe because I don't speak Squash.

A few plants are still producing hard, and as long as the rain waters them, we'll keep bringing it.

School's back. My kids are teenagers now, so mornings aren't chaos anymore — they've got their own rhythm and they know what's in the fridge. Somewhere along the way, running a business meant everybody learned to take care of themselves, and the food is how I stay in it even when I'm not standing there.

The granola is the default. It's what they reach for when they want something that feels like a treat but isn't junk, and when they can't be bothered to figure anything else out. That's a narrow window to hit, and it's most of why I made it the way I did.

It ships and it keeps.

— Punita