Introducing Kuri Squash!

Don’t you just love this time of year?? As soon as I know Halloween is coming, I am swept up in a haze of orange that informs my every artistic endeavor through Thanksgiving (whereupon the palette will morph to reds and greens). The small table above, which graces my kitchen, has been standing as homage to the season. The afghan-turned-tablecloth, flipped upside down to its earthy, orangey-red and golden hues, bears witness to the bounty of fall. Five squashes have greeted me as I enter the kitchen: the homegrown pumpkins, the supermarket smaller versions, used as decoration and (ta da!) the kuri squash, a new and highly recommended addition to my fall repertoire!

One of the perks of visiting Oak Hill Farm was my introduction to kuri squash, which is that large orange ribbed squash sitting on the left in the photo above. Perhaps some of you are familiar with it but I was not. Apparently it’s known by a variety of names including Japanese squash, orange hokkaido and uchiki kuri squash, and it would appear we have the Japanese to thank for its development. I’m certain I was ready to try this squash because of its seeming similarity to pumpkin. What I had not anticipated was that I am finding it a far superior squash to pumpkin, and I was most anxious to share the good news with you, hoping you will be able to find it among your local farmer’s markets and give it a try!

The kuri squash that is in the above photo has since been poked with an apple corer [the thought of an exploding squash in my oven gives me great pause] and was baked in a 375 degree F. oven for over an hour, until being stabbed with a fork met with no resistance. I removed it from the oven and allowed it to cool slightly, and then was delighted to find the skin could be pulled off very easily. I sliced it in quarters, removed the seeds and popped the quarters in the Cuisinart. I was utterly amazed to discover that the puree was undoubtedly THE best squash I have ever eaten in my life. I didn’t even want to adulterate it with any seasonings whatsoever. No. I wanted to sit down with a spoon and feast on it, is what I wanted to do. Oh, YUM! Unbelieveably sweet and refined. I refrained from my hungry pangs as I recognized immediately how delicious it would be as a baked alternative to traditional sweet potatoes (no need to add the sugar!) and measured out the puree into two equal portions of two cups each and spooned each portion into freezer bags, saved for Christmas, when Antonia will be coming up and celebrating the holiday with me. (Yay!)

So I called my Darling Daughter and told her at length of the virtues of kuri squash and promised her if I ran into any more in the near future I would send one down. Ask and ye shall receive. Yesterday when I ventured down to a (larger) farmer’s market in Sonoma County I was delighted to find an organic farmer with an abundance of kuri squashes! Hallelujah!

I’ve already popped the smaller one in the oven as I’m dying to try combining two recipes to “see if it works”–and if it does, I promise to share Thanksgiving week. And the second one will go in a box and sent down to Darling Daughter, as she plans to cook a turkey for friends.

May the spirit of the holidays be gracing your hearts and homes. I leave you with an image from the front of my house. I light them each morning to cheer early morning risers and each evening to kindle the spirit of the season.

Love and season’s blessings,
Kathryn xoxo

The Scarf Initiative: The Little Project That Could!

Well, dearest readers, we did it! Seventy warm, beautiful scarves, four precious hats and 15 pairs of socks will shortly be on their way to Islamabad! How can I begin to thank all of you who labored with love stitch by endless stitch thinking all the while of those disadvantaged little girls who will soon own something to help keep them warm through the long deep dark winters of the Northern Areas of Pakistan? And mind you, own something nearly unimaginable. Try to fathom that one. Our benefactor on the other end of this long journey awaits these scarves with open heart and benevolent will to be certain our gifts arrive in those dear little hands in remote Askole village. This morning I received a letter from Nazir Sabir, our partner in this endeavor. He writes:

“Your update on Scarf Initiative has given us to believe that there are people who still think for other than their own selves. It is indeed heartening to learn that so many people are involved in this noble task and their eagerness to help children of north is commendable. The people in your community have done a wonderful job and a great contribution to protect and provide warmth to these deserving girls…I’ll arrange for my own office representative who is also from the same area to go and personally distribute in person. He will be asked to take pictures while handling them and also while the girls wearing their beautiful scarves– we will send those photographs soon after we get them here. Once again thank you for your kind gesture. We look forward to receiving the scarves and to continue the good work by contributing our humble share.”

I found this very touching. Remember, Nazir Sabir owns and maintains an expedition company in Pakistan. If you or anyone you know is interested in mountaineering and trekking he’s the go to man. Pakistan’s mountains are among the highest and most beautiful on the planet Earth. Maybe one of you will someday go to Askole village and meet some of our girls! You never know!

Young girl in Askole village during summer

Speaking of Askole, cousin Julie excitedly emailed me last week and suggested I use Google Earth to find Askole. I thought this was a splendid idea. Here’s what I did. I found Islamabad first. Then Skardu, as you must go to Skardu to get to Askole. And then I went to Askole. Stunning journey. You must try! It puts a whole new perspective on our project, I assure you!

Meanwhile I have been going to the post office daily checking for boxes. The tellers at the post office are following the adventure! “Three more scarves, Kathryn!” they’d call as I entered the doors. (This is the advantage of living in a small town.) Some of you will be aware that I religiously posted photos of the scarves for quite some time on the last post update. The balance follow. I invite you to drink in their beauty!


Cynthia, Jenny and Geri’s scarves


Radiance’s scarves from CA and Bee’s scarf from AZ

Kathy’s scarf from Iowa and Dorothy’s scarf from Utah


Claire’s scarves from CA and Elly’s scarf from PA

Barbara’s scarf from MD, Cynthia’s scarf from OR, Nancy’s scarf from Canada

Linda’s scarf from VT, Deb’s scarf from TX, Barbara’s scarf from Canada

Tahera’s 10 scarves from MD! (Oh, yes, she did!)

Kusum and her friend’s scarves from MD

Now wait until you see this! Kusum happens to be a teacher. She told her children about the Scarf Initiative and inspired them and they set to work knitting for the Pakistani schoolgirls! My favorite part of this story is the little boy who fashioned knitting needles out of chopsticks! Here are their contributions. How dear is this??? (Note, I’ve included large one from mother Tahera in this grouping.)

Kusum’s classroom kids’ scarves (and large one from Tahera), from MD

Now here was a twist. I had received email from Deb in TX asking if it was OK for her mom to make some scarves of fleece. In California fleece means sheeps’ wool, and it will be spun. I said, “Sure!” Wasn’t I surprised to learn when I opened the package that in Texas fleece means polartec! What I decided to do was to combine these six red scarves with the contents of the next package I will share, and have that special package be “for the boys.” Who knows how it will actually go, but that’s what I’m projecting! Here’s are Deb’s mom’s warm, soft offerings. Mmmm. Polartec! Brilliant!


Then this other package arrived with not just a scarf, but these wonderful treasures.


Gorgeous socks and caps from Linda in VT. (Yes, I do want those red socks! How did you know?? But I will be good and send them along to someone who needs them far more than I!)

I am trying to find someone who can help me write “These are for the boys” in Urdu or Balti. Let’s see how that goes. Oh, wait! I just remembered. Balti does not have a written language. It is an oral tradition. Well, that’s not handy. How about a photo of a little boy wearing one of the caps and a red scarf? Yes, I can do that. Thank God for imagery.

Now, here is a surprise. It was a surprise to me, too. As I trekked to the post office and opened these incredible gifts and placed them carefully in ever-growing stacks on the dining room table I gradually realized there was no way I could just put them all in a box and close the lid and send them off, unseen, to Pakistan. I grabbed a stack of scarves and went down to see my friend Nicole who owns and runs Tierra Art Garden Wine, a beloved local watering hole (sporting a lovely garden patio) and said, “We have to show these to the community. Can I have an evening?” Bless her heart, she simply opened her calendar and pronounced an available date. So! The evening of November 20th the scarves are all going on display at Tierra, which is as precious a corner as you would like to imagine! And the local paper wants to write about it as “an inspiring story.” Isn’t that amazing? I so wish each of you could be there. Just know your contributions will be acknowledged here in a small town in California (and the dream lives on).

And the morning of November 21st the scarves will say goodbye to California and continue their long journey to Pakistan.

I will take great pleasure in posting photos of the girls with their scarves as soon as I receive. Please be patient. It is already winter in Pakistan, the Karakorum Highway is undoubtedly ridden with fallen rocks and slides, and flights from Islamabad to Skardu, due to weather and tall mountains, are rough under any circumstances. (I am currently reading Thin Air by Greg Child, a trekker, who reported a story that folks trying to get into Skardu on a plane were turned back mid-flight fourteen times! It’s a different reality.) It would be wonderful if you visualize that all the scarves enter Pakistan effortlessly and arrive in Askole with remarkably little fuss to happy surprised children.

Thank you so much, dear readers, for joining me in this wonderfully creative and heartful venture! If your notes are any indication you’ve found this project as uplifting and inspiring as I. It has been my honor to receive your gorgeous gifts and to pass them along to these precious children. We also owe Nazir Sabir a huge thank you for his kind and generous support! Thank you, Nazir Sabir! And thank you again my dear dear readers far and wide!

Love and many blessings, in gratitude,
Kathryn xoxo

PS: Special thanks to those who included extra $ for the Fed. Ex. shipment. I think I have enough. I’ll find out soon! I’m awaiting three “late” scarves. When they arrive I will take everything to be weighed for a final tally! –I’ve just added fifteen pairs of little gloves (from Ross) after receiving a letter from Bruce Hagan, of Global Medical Rescue Services, who runs an expedition medical clinic in Askole in July. He says, “For the most part their clothing is very worn and tattered…Scarves, mittens, socks and hats will all be valued items.”

Little baby gloves, $1 apiece at Ross (Come ON!)

Doesn’t it just make you weep? I am determined to help. Thank you for helping me adopt Askole’s children. Clearly it could not be done without each of you. If you want to add anything it is not too late, as long as it’s here by the 20th. Any extra $ will go to more mittens! xoxoo


Small children in Askole

Field Trip: Oak Hill Farm

It’s right about this time of year that I begin thinking of meandering over to Oak Hill Farm, not only for their abundant choices of splendid organic vegetables, but because they have an annual tradition of creating the most wonderful altar in honor of Day of the Dead, which we are inclined in California to celebrate, our Waspy customs being marinated with the prior (and current) inhabitants, our Hispanic companion citizens. It’s a rich melding. So it was with happy anticipation that I played hooky on Thursday and drove down county to Sonoma, out through Valley of the Moon, into the long drive of Oak Hill Farm, parking just outside the big red barn that serves as store to the many wonderful creations of the farm.

Oak Hill Farm is over fifty years old, and consists of 45 acres of productive farmland set on 700 acres of protected wildlands. Each time I visit my spirits are enriched enormously and Thursday was no exception. I stepped inside the red barn hoping the annual tradition would still be intact. I was not disappointed!

A very creative addition this year were wonderful “curtains” of roped marigolds that framed each side of the altar–an orange curtain on the left; a golden curtain on the right.

This stringing of marigolds draws from the Hispanic tradition of wearing marigold necklaces in honor of the departed.

Handily, Oak Hill Farm had a flyer for customers explaining a bit about The Day of the Dead. It reads, “The Day of the Dead is a tradition started by the Aztecs. It is based on the belief that right after the harvest, the souls of the dead (including pets) can visit their relatives in the living world. Candlelight, vibrant colors, lively music, fragrant flowers, spicy foods and cherished mementos guide souls to their specially prepared altar, so they can eat and visit with their family.”

Indeed, the folks at Oak Hill Farm had lovingly placed photos of their departed loved ones on the altar with attending candles present. It was very endearing, I must say.

Turning my attention to the red barn’s other treasures, I was overwhelmed with the beauty and aesthetics in which I found myself surrounded. This same loving care and artistry is extended to every corner of the red barn store. It is a photographer’s dream, though I must confess the subdued lighting was a challenge almost beyond my skills. I share with you the best of what I was able to capture.


Gorgeous bouquets just adjacent to the altar…

Buckets of freshly picked zinnias


Organic vegetables beautifully displayed


Wreathes for which Oak Hill Farm is known and cherished

Festive seasonal pomegranates

Rich display of turban gourds with sunflower heads

Mini gourds on mirror

Lovely, simple, autumnal centerpiece

You can imagine that by now I was nearly sated with beauty! However, I can never go to Oak Hill Farm without poking my nose into the other half of the red barn, which is technically not open to the public, but, hello? the door is open and I have a camera in my hand. This is where much of the magic begins.

Doesn’t this look inviting? And here’s one more, where herbs are drying. Don’t you just love this?

Yes, Otto and Ann Teller, creators of Oak Hill Farm (Otto now being honored with altar, I must add) had a dream. Its magic prevails on every level. I am grateful for their vision and hard work and due diligence to have created such a wonderful oasis of beauty and purity of spirit. I’m glad I am able to share a bit with you. I now prepare to leave the farm. By the register I am captured again by the whimsy and creativity of these sugar skeletons made by local children to raise funds for their school.

Preparing to leave, I step outside and breathe deeply. Rain is in the air. I allow myself time to ponder the field adjacent to the red barn, admiring the amaranth and dipping sunflowers.

I love this area. I lived close by for many years. I turn to my car and my patiently awaiting Border Collies, Ruby and Conner, and head on down the winding road. I’ll be back next year. For sure.

Love and seasonal blessings,
Kathryn xoxo

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