Often times Mom will instruct me how to make something over the phone, as she did one day with this here soup. You will notice no measurements for the spices, you will also notice no butter, we tend to use olive oil for almost everything... You can add whatever flavors you want, try orange juice or buttermilk (not together) for a twist!
Add the following to a large soup pot:
Olive Oil
1 onion chopped
1 sweet large apple, peeled and rough chopped
1 butternut squash, peeled and chopped into 1x1 inch blocks
sea salt
pepper
cumin!!!
2 cups of broth
cinnamon
nutmeg
Cayenne pepper
Saute the onions in olive oil until translucent. Add the apple, butternut, add about 2 cups of broth of your choice (I use vege!). Boil/Cook with lid on until softened (20-30 minutes). Stir occassionally and avoid burning things to the bottom of your pot. I then puree with my immersion blender (an awesome gift from my Aunt Pam). Add spices, tasting as you go to acheive desired balance.
I served it with a whole grain english muffin, sliced, brushed with a combination of soy margarine, cinnamon, sea salt and nutmeg. Topped with fresh cut fried sage and drizzled with the remaining soy butter/cinnamon mix.

One of my favorite things about food is how certain flavors, herbs, and items carry a seasonality to them. Fall is a time for hot mulled cider, roasted butternut squash, blue cheese, roasted beets, nutmeg and cloves, tart fruit pies, and my trademark pumpkin cookies. Fall foods carry me into the holiday season and closer to winter, my favorite time of year. All the root vegetables and cinnamon spice also carries me back to my homeland in New England.
Fall is one of the most brilliant times in New Hampshire. Trees are aflame with color, the air is crisp and musty, and the days are comfortably chilly. The foods of fall are also some of my absolute favorites. Things are a bit more savory and wholesome then summertime. Butternut squash is a family tradition on my Steele side of the family. Gram Steele used to make it as smooth and rich as cream. I imagine she boiled it, then pureed it with ample butter and a dash of maple syrup. She would probably dislike my version loaded with cumin, cinnamon, nutmeg, and heated with just enough cayenne pepper. I can thank my husband Chad, hailing from the South and parts of Texas for teaching me how much I love spice!
Fall in Colorado is not so bad either....

Chad mowed the lawn yesterday while I trimmed back our grape wines, the hibisucus, and a bunch of dying lily greens. This morning there was a thick sparkling silver matt of frost on the freshly cut lawn. It felt cold and humid. Today, I found myself putting away the fresh herb pots where mint and basil once thrived that sit on our back porch. I then made my annual exodus to the front yard, kitchen-scissors in hand. I pruned the soft leaves and got two large bunches for my cooking. I enjoy sage in many dishes and forms, especially fried (till it crisps up perfectly) atop butternut squash soup.

Sage becomes my new obsession, and the Fall season of cooking erupts. Picking herbs from the garden provides a brief the moment of self-sufficiency and I feel more connected to my urban plot. I hope to someday have more land to grow many vegetables and herbs. Or if I get really into it, as my parents and now inlaws have, I will have a greenhouse. There is nothing better then opening the glass door that leads to mother's greenhouse in the dead of a New Hampshire winter, breathing in the earthy humidity, and picking fresh lettuce for dinner!