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My oven is completely full of squash. Completely. And there will be more squash getting cooked shortly. :-)
The majority of the squash currently getting cooked is Unnamed Squash. I think it must be some sort of a vegetable marrow, however I'm not sure.
It's long and green, and looks like a monster zucchini. Until you cut it open, at which point it looks like a slightly pale pumpin that's really, really skinny.
I'm quite certain I didn't plant anything like this (although I'm not complaining about them, either, I should point out).
the Gods are good, after all.
And my kitchen smells like pie. And is full of the singing of the squash. (Litterally. I've got three little, tiny ones in the over that were starting to get eaten by the squirels, so I just cut out the chewed bits and stabbed them a couple of times so they wouldn't explode in my oven, and voila. Singing squash. :-)
Anyway, the Unnamed Squash is, by the looks of things, fairly fiberous. Like a spaghetti squash. Although, hopefully, it will be tastier than that (and, ideally, easier on Paul's stomach). I wonder what it would taste like with some salsa on it? :-)
Dinner tonight: Squash (duh) and Dead Cow.
Random Musings: It occurs to me that the body of one dead cow could probably supply enough protein to feed two (or maybe even more than two) people for, like, a year. One cow. Wow. What a bountiful body. :-)
In other news, Paul brought home heat-and-serve brown rice (with bits of wild rice mixed in) the other night, and it didn't suck. Who knew? :-)
Also: Have I mentioned lately just how much I adore the Pirates of the Caribean soundtrack? Have I? 'Cause it's totally, utterly, swashbucklingly awesome! :-D
In other news: I have 842 words to go before I hit 25,000. Whoohoo! :-D
The majority of the squash currently getting cooked is Unnamed Squash. I think it must be some sort of a vegetable marrow, however I'm not sure.
It's long and green, and looks like a monster zucchini. Until you cut it open, at which point it looks like a slightly pale pumpin that's really, really skinny.
I'm quite certain I didn't plant anything like this (although I'm not complaining about them, either, I should point out).
the Gods are good, after all.
And my kitchen smells like pie. And is full of the singing of the squash. (Litterally. I've got three little, tiny ones in the over that were starting to get eaten by the squirels, so I just cut out the chewed bits and stabbed them a couple of times so they wouldn't explode in my oven, and voila. Singing squash. :-)
Anyway, the Unnamed Squash is, by the looks of things, fairly fiberous. Like a spaghetti squash. Although, hopefully, it will be tastier than that (and, ideally, easier on Paul's stomach). I wonder what it would taste like with some salsa on it? :-)
Dinner tonight: Squash (duh) and Dead Cow.
Random Musings: It occurs to me that the body of one dead cow could probably supply enough protein to feed two (or maybe even more than two) people for, like, a year. One cow. Wow. What a bountiful body. :-)
In other news, Paul brought home heat-and-serve brown rice (with bits of wild rice mixed in) the other night, and it didn't suck. Who knew? :-)
Also: Have I mentioned lately just how much I adore the Pirates of the Caribean soundtrack? Have I? 'Cause it's totally, utterly, swashbucklingly awesome! :-D
In other news: I have 842 words to go before I hit 25,000. Whoohoo! :-D
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