Squash

During summer times, juicy squash discs abundantly covered in vinegar, parsley and garlic would cuddle next to pork or potatoes on my plate. There was something in this squash-garlic yummy combination that really sharpened my appetite, making me eat more bread, more of the main course, more of everything. Back then, I never minded the extra food that went down my esophagus but as puberty hit me, I drastically reduced my squash salad intake. Having turned into an extremely self-conscious person, I was worried that the excess fat and pungent breath that came with the salad would thwart me socially.