This is the first time I've been in Oberlin during a vacation period, and I think that rather than describe what it's like to see the college turned into a ghost town, I'll let Vincent Price show you:
Fortunately, the still-extant fall here has been beautiful, and I've been hanging out with a few friends who also survived the Zombie Apocalypse. Fall break in Oberlin presents a highly useful time to decompress, to read, to practice, and to accomplish a few outdated goals. And to try my hand at cooking a real meal.
I've been cooking for myself all semester, but cooking in an extremely loose sense--microwavable items, lentils, cereal. Saying that I'm a chef based on that track record is akin to saying that I'm a classically-trained singer because I screeched my way through two years of Aural Skills. I keep meaning to cook something more substantive, but the time required to cook a good meal has proven elusive this semester. Zombie Apocalypse to the rescue! Yesterday I set out to find a recipe that a) used fall veggies, like squash, and b) was cheap + easy. I found a recipe for penne with acorn squash and roasted garlic; the very first sentence in the recipe was "This recipe is easy to make, inexpensive, and delicious." Okay, recipe book. It's a date.
Here are the ingredients, including perhaps the cheapest and worst-tasting bottle of white wine ever. (What I originally saw as a "bonus" in the recipe--that it called for 2/3 of a cup of white wine and would thus leave me with 1 bottle - 2/3 cup to dispose of however I pleased--ended up with me trying to pawn off a bottle of "not cat urine, I swear" onto my friends who came over for dinner.)
The acorn squash, which was delicious but a bit overcooked for what the recipe needed.
Roasted garlic added to the white wine and olive oil to make the sauce. I won't tell you how many times I burned my hands making this component of the meal, but there were times where I truly believed that penne + acorn squash would end my music career.
Now, I don't have any photos of the finished product. In the rush to serve everything I forgot to take a photo, but this is probably for the best: while it tasted great, in presentation it looked like an acorn squash that suffered a tragic pasta-related accident, or a child's cute and pathetic pasta dinner, cooked in an attempt to get Mommy and Daddy's attention for but one fleeting moment. But there will be a rematch: I bought a casserole dish, and I'm not afraid to use it!
Alright, a little bit afraid. Frozen pizza, I'm sorry I left you! That acorn squash--she meant nothing to me! I devoted two hours of labor to produce an abomination against God and nature! Sure, you taste like cardboard and have all the nutrition of a sack of sand, but you and I--we were meant to be together.
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