return of squashili

Did you know the likelihood of me making a dish twice is slim to none?

And do you know what a shame that is?

It’s true – I rarely make the same thing twice***. Once again, I’m doing it for you. You wouldn’t like it if I posted the same recipe once a week, now would you? I didn’t think so. Once again, the Husband loses out because I won’t make a meal he has requested for over a year. #strikeone

***This is a lie – I am really good at making bowls of granola, oatmeal, salads, and sweet potatoes. Does eating chocolate count as “making something”?

There’s just too many wonderful dishes in the world to make – stir fries, baked goods, muffins, cookies, cakes, fried green tomatoes, gluten free bagels (work in progress), anything with pumpkin, and maybe, just maybe, one day I’ll make a red velvet cake just because I can. And then I’ll become my mother’s favorite as she tells me how much she loves my cake. It. Will. Happen. I have no remorse about winning people over with food.

The thing is, I don’t ask the Husband what he wants for dinner – ever. I got sick of him saying “I don’t know” or “spaghetti” that I decided to take matters into my own hands. My own hands meant “make food for the blog and crossmyfingersandpraytogodthatyoulikeit” – and yes, I say that all in one breath so he isn’t quite sure what I say. So when he asks for a specific meal, by name, for over a year, I think it’s time I break down and just make him his food.

It’s funny because usually I would say, “What? You want me to make you fried cheese with a side of bacon grease? No way! Go marry her for crying out loud!!!” But when he requests something like squash filled to the brim with my homemade vegetable chili and it takes me a year to cave, that just makes me mean.

Last year I made squash bowl chili, or as we like to call it around here – Squashili. The one thing you don’t want to do is pronounce it wrong – because then that would be tragic. It’s kind of like in A Christmas Story (only 1 months and 14 days until I get to watch it!) when the dad gets his lamp leg in the mail and can’t pronounce the word fragile - “fra-gee-lay”. And if you’re wondering (which I don’t know why you would be), but I got my dad a leg lamp for Christmas last year. I put it in a big box. I wrote “fragile” all over it. I’m pretty much the best daughter in the world.

But anyways, Squashili is pronounced - “squa-sheeeee-leee”. Why? Because we can. And we will. As we eat our squashili. And wonder why we don’t have many friends.

I’m not posting the recipe again – for three reasons. 1) You can click here, 2) I’m lazy, 3) use your common sense and fill up a roasted squash with your favorite chili.

Simple. Delicious. Lovely.

And now my husband loves me again because I made what he requested. Win-win.

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