Acorn Squash with Green Chiles and Equal Love

My kinda squash. Kicked up with green chiles.

Santa Fe Squash

I deeply (if not profoundly) doubt the ever expanding food blog galaxy needs yet another squash recipe, but.

I can't help myself.

Right before the Charlie Brown style tile floor smack down (aka hip incident), I threw together a flavor combo I am crazy about. Nutty for. Head over heals smack your lips and toss aside your chaste maple syrup Pilgrim traditions for. That's right. I got radical.

I added chopped roasted New Mexican green chiles to my roasted acorn squash. And a sexy pinch of cumin. A golden drizzle of fruity olive oil. Impudent changes to the way we do things around here that would have sent a certain lanky, curly-haired ex-boyfriend of mine scurrying for his cream of mushroom soup casserole. In other words, Gentle Reader, home to Mommy.

Note to Goddesses-in-Training:

Darlings. If your boyfriend thinks your cooking is, let's say the word used is, Weird! Or even, Goddess forbid, Too spicy!

Find another boyfriend. Or girlfriend. That's right. I'm taking all shades of rainbow love. Whatever makes your heart race and your soul bloom.

Because love is too large for labels. Too fierce and sweet and fragile for small mindedness. And let's face it. True love is too heartbreakingly scarce in this world to twist your authentic self into a one-size-fits-all paper thin cut-out of who you should be, whom you should love, whom you should worship.

I'm here to tell you two things- from intimate, personal life experience- my recent brush with mortality has stoked my desire to speak freely.

Karina's Rules To Live By

1. Life is too damn short so lighten up.

2. Love is the best thing there is. And that means all love, Babycakes.

Not just one particular legal sanctioned religion supported super-hetero kind of love. I mean all the rainbow love shades in between from red to blue, from indigo to pink and even purple. So if you're feeling snagged in a cartoon cut-out of your life for your family's sake, or your church's sake, or your Aunt Vilma's sake, listen up, Doll.

Scrape off the Pilgrim tradition and the pressure to conform and the urge to please, fit in and be nice. Nice is overrated. And tradition is really overrated. As is the enduring myth that perfection is attainable.

So shake things up.

Be bold.

Love whom you love.

{As H.L. Mencken quipped, Puritanism was the haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy.}

And for those of you genetically blessed with enjoying your legally sanctioned mainstream love, open your tender hearts and vote. Vote for equal freedom and equal rights and equal marriage opportunity for all.

Be generous of spirit.

Stretch your spiritual muscle.

Expand your compassion.

Because, judging? Not attractive. Leave the wrath to someone else.

Hate is not sexy.

Smugness? Top turn-off.

Sugar, the bottom line is this. Let your neighbor live in peace (not to mention your cousin or brother or sister still stuck in some dusty closet with all your other family detritus that no one likes to talk about). Get over it. 

It's time.

And put spicy chiles in your holiday squash if you feel like it. No matter what Miss Goodier Than Thou thinks.

Let your soul fly.

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