Growing up in the Davison family, we ate a lot of squash. As human nature goes, since we had squash in abundance, I didn't fully appreciate it. I would even go so far as to say I didn't like it.
One day I remember my mom was panicking because she overcooked the squash. She forgot about it and didn't remember until she was dishing out the meal. This sort of thing happned fairly often actually. Mom would forget a part of meal in the oven or the microwave and remember half way through or even during dessert. Of course then she would leap up from the table in a panic and run to get it.