Or – The Cushaw Squash Gala
Nestled deep below the cool canopy of fading leaves, next to the moist earth and straw, each of these babies appears as a unique individual, curled for the long grow as if sleeping.
Six seeds on a scrappy hill in a new garden – a cardboard bed was laid and they soon leaped from the dirt. Finally one day the bees work was prosperous and tiny bulbous forms appeared. Dozens and dozens of marble sized squash began forming and fear rose in the hearts of the planters (that would be myself actually – the planter). Thankfully only twelve Cushaw reached adulthood, some bizarrely twisted or uncurled.
Thursday, the day before the last blue moon until 2026 (?) Isacc was threatening to dump two – ten inches of rain. A small split appeared in each of two Cushaw and the day of picking became clear. Now. Today. Or forever grow no other Cushaw. Whatever. Get the chain saw.
Three wheelbarrow loads later they were safely ensconced in a cool corner of a dark bedroom until they can be weighed and named and brought to their full potential – as- a – MEAL! Yes they will be eaten! If the economy goes south (more south) we might be willing to trade for gold. Maybe.
This eater of Cushaw is planning Cushaw pie, Cushaw sweet bread, steamed Cushaw, dried Cushaw, stir fry Cushaw, Cushaw pudding, Cushaw cheesecake and cream of Cushaw soup!
Please submit recipees to email@example.com – the subject line should contain the following wording – Cushaw Recipe and then the NAME of the recipe.
Cushaw aficionados unite!