Butternut Squash

My earliest memory of butternut squash was when I was in grade school. My family comes from a small town in the southwest corner of Oklahoma called Hollis. I spent time there with my grandmother in the summers. Back then, no one had ever heard of an HOA, so it was no surprise that her next door neighbor had turned his backyard into a garden and chicken coop. In my big city eyes it was like a tiny farm with huge plants and noisy chickens. I remember watching the chickens and their antics. He would give us corn from his garden in the summers. It was the best. One summer, Mr. Briscoe grew a new variety of squash, the Butternut squash. He gave grandmother one and told her to cut it in half, remove the seeds and fill the cavity with butter, brown sugar and cinnamon. Then bake the halves, cut side up, until it was tender. I remember it as being wonderful. Memory is a funny thing and I wondered how realistic it was that my grandmother a good farm wife who was fami...