The emails I received from my brother today

Your nephew sleeps well in the car.

 Thumbs are tucked in for safekeeping.

 Mouth is slightly ajar for optimal respiration.

 Toes twitch periodically to indicate that Jeremy has entered the dreaming phase of sleep.

That time of year...

...when the accidental squash are running away with productivity! All those squash seeds from last years' compost that got randomly spread throughout our garden yielded a hefty haul of butternut and delicata and carnival and sweet dumpling and ambercup and maybe even some unidentified squashes!

Eddie Vedder doesn't quite know what to make of all this...

And what should we make of all this? Any recipe or serving ideas?

Visions of squash soup and stuffed squash and squash/bean enchiladas and sugar plum fairies are dancing through my head!