Hahaha no. Not that kind of fun. The fun that I’m told people have while eating food. Nope.
A few weeks ago, my therapist challenged me to change up the vegetables in my meals (I like my same shit, the same way, FOREVER, damnit!) and suggested I try a relatively innocuous butternut squash. Well, that butternut squash has been looking increasingly sketchy in the back of my fridge for about a month now.
Now, in spite of the fact that I ignore most holidays these days, Halloween has not escaped my notice. Be it the zombies riding the subway, the even-more-whorish-than-usual girls hanging out downtown who obviously don’t walk in those heels on a regular basis (shame.), or the influx of scary movies on tv (I’m watching The Holiday right now, and man are Jack Black’s eyebrows scary . . . ), it seems I can’t ignore the season of ghouls and things scarier than the nutritional labels in my cupboard.
So here’s what I made, in semi-celebration:
Oooooooooh . . . scary monkey! But he’s not your average Jack-o-lantern . . .
Nope. He’s my semi-diseased looking, uneaten butternut squash. Creative carving, ladies (and gentlemen?). At least I interacted with the strange fucking food. That counts for something, right?