Butternut Baby

One day, many weeks ago, my mother in law gave me a butternut squash to take home from her garden. Having my hands full at the time with lots of other things, I creatively handed it to Mirren and said, "Here! This is your baby!".
 She loved that. She cradled, cuddled and cared for that baby for a few days, until the fateful day I had appointed to make butternut squash soup. And that was the end of that baby. And Mirren was totally okay with it.

Well a week and a half ago, Reed came home with another butternut squash from his mom. And it sat on our counter for about a week, until a few days ago, Mirren told me that it was her baby and could she please have it. I decided to really embrace it this time, so I drew eyes, a nose, a happy smile and some hair on this squash with a ballpoint pen. Mirren didn't like that I drew it all on, but she really went full out with this baby, taking it to bed with her, feeding it bottles, putting a bonnet on it, wrapping it up and carrying it around with her in her little play bag so she could take care of it. When asked, she told me her baby's name was "Crying".  Here's a little snapshot I got of her baby lounging in her bed after a nap.
         

She had a good life there for a few days, and then well, today came. I cut her up, put her in the crockpot and made some really yummy food with half of her. As I prepared dinner, Aftyn came in and said to me "Oh, are we eating Mirren's baby?".  Anyone listening would think we were cannibals!

Perhaps this is the end of the Butternut Babies this fall, but I guess we shall see. Maybe they'll come back to live at our house next year again?