In my twenties, squash was a sport where I would do anything to steal a victory.
Now, it’s a vegetable I can’t give away.
I just completed my second year with a High River community garden and there were mixed results.
I planted a row of onions and I only got 15 or so. They were from a pack where the seeds were in a little paper row, something I have never seen before. I must have planted a couple rows upside down...
Meanwhile, my lettuce and spinach grew like gangbusters.
My initial response is “great free lettuce and spinach for months.”
Now, it’s ‘I’ve had nothing but spinach and lettuce for months.”
Popeye would be sick of all the spinach we produced this year.
At present, My Reason For Living and I still haven’t eaten all our lettuce.
In fact, I have the purple kind — I’m kind of into Prince — and it’s going to seed.
It should be able to save me money during the holiday season. My lettuce is starting to look like tiny Christmas trees. I can just freeze them and decorate the house for the season.
As for MRFL’s Christmas present, I am thinking maybe squash earrings, squash perfume...
I throw two seeds in the garden and the next thing I know I have these big green things that should be catapulted for an Optimist fundraiser. I don’t even like squash, but now its in my eggs, my soup, spaghetti (spaghetti squash, sigh...)
Someone suggested I grate my squash, freeze it and make squash muffins in the future.
I can serve them at Christmas.
