Shall we move to the dining room?

I failed to mention yesterday that Dave also brought a box of butternut squash to the farm with his tomatoes. This delighted me because I knew just the recipe for the squash: Sam and Marja's Butternut Squash Soup with Spicy Bourbon Sauce. I biked out to the farm around noon with a hot loaf of Pain de Campagne in my backpack for the HOPE CSA pastors that were meeting today, and made the return trip lugging some squash. When I got home I flipped through the pages of our Wedding Wine Shower binder to find the recipe, and after another bike ride around town for some errands (including a stop at the liquor store where the woman behind the counter called me "hon" a lot and made certain that I wasn't going to serve the soup cold) I was ready to cook.
I was also excited to make this soup because I think it could find its way onto the menu at the coffee shop (I wonder what the rules are about using liquor in cooking...). I may have to do a little tweaking, however. While the flavors were spot on, my soup came out extremely creamy, almost pudding-like. Sam and Marja (and anyone else who has made the soup), have you experienced the same thing? Do you have any suggestions? (I'm thinking a little chicken broth.)
Regardless of how it may work in the coffee shop, it was delicious tonight. Kira and I scooped it up with pieces of sourdough. And the best part is, now I've got some "leftover ingredients" to sip on while Kira is at rehearsal. Thanks Sam and Marja!

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Complete with a tennis match, planting grass seed, and building a website, our evening left us little time for meal-making. Fortunately, we had some fabulous left-overs from last night's feed.
Thanks for sharing your Monday night meal with us! See you tomorrow!
Love,
Jane
Gotta love those leftovers...and websites. When are ya'll going to drop beckernelson.com on us?
Coincidentally, Kira and I had a tennis match scheduled last night, too, but at the last minute my bursitis started acting up...or maybe it was my chondromalacia.
We're looking forward to tonight. Pizza night!
Zach
Listen to all you tennis playing athletes! I don't know how to get a sweet tag line so it says: Sam and Marja said . . .
Why am I stupid 'A Good Meal'? Can anyone help me?
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