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I’ve been going through something of a lazy patch, in which I neither do anything in particular nor have anything of even the remotest interest to say (even by my normal not-exactly-exacting standards). My main accomplishment for this weekend has been finally ripping some songs onto my other SD card, the one not currently occupied by nearly every song Loreena McKennitt ever put out; the new playlist is more of a thematic assemblage of songs I like listening to on overcast days, made in anticipation of autumn finally getting here. It’s mostly Cocteau Twins, Dead Can Dance, This Mortal Coil, and Black Tape for a Blue Girl. Eventually, I’d like to get an actual dedicated music player, but in the meantime, WinAMP on my PDA seems to be working pretty well (and doesn’t have the dreaded lag time between songs that the older versions of Windows Media Player Mobile had).

Also scheduled today is doing Something with the great acorn squash:

I bought it last week in another fit of autumnal anticipation, despite the fact that I am sadly inexperienced in the art of squashage. Soft-skinned summer squashes (e.g., zucchini, crookneck) are well within my comfort zone, but hard-skinned squashes tend to stump me. Maybe it’s because, in my first college apartment, I decided to bake a small pumpkin in another fit of autumnal excitement (as well as the thrill of finally having your own kitchen after two years in the dorms) and, not having a timer, wound up forgetting about it and charring the whole thing horribly. It was gruesome.

I’ve got a bunch of squash soup recipes, but it’s really not chilly enough for soup to sound good; also, most recipes make just oceans of soup, and I’m horrible about not thawing out the frozen leftovers and just letting them quietly freezer-burn to death. There was an excellent white bean stuffing for acorn squash my parents made years ago, but I am not sure which recipe it was; I managed to find one that looks promising, but of course I forgot to soak the cannellini last night. I suppose I should go do the super-fast-soak thing now.

On a slightly related foody note, I have just posted my very first picture to a Flickr group: I Ate This, kindly brought to my attention by Amy. I am of course now all atwitter at my audacity and fearful of mockery or being ignored–it’s so much more comfortable to lurk on the fringes and not participate in the social aspects of Flickr–but despite my convinction that everyone in the group will laugh and point and sneer, it will probably turn out okay. The world won’t end or anything. (It wasn’t even of anything I’d made myself, but of a sandwich from Broadway Cafe, so there’s less personal risk.) It’s just weirdly scary for some reason.

Meh. Off to do the super-fast soak on the cannellini. If the squash business turns out okay, I’ll post a pic, just because I can.