Quizzical Squash: A Writer Wednesday Post

September 26th, 2012 | Posted by Irene in Essays

Quizzical Squash, photo and all text ©Irene O’Garden, 2012

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Home from our trip to find on the leafy vine in our nearly past-tense garden a half-my-dog-big cloudy blue Hubbard squash. Quizzical.  Knobby blue globe, swollen with summer sun and rain. A thing that almost doesn’t seem like food.  Food rarely asks an ax in preparation.

You can see how someone thought up bowling. Such a wondrous thunderous squash could rumble Rip Van Winkle skies, knock the ninepins down. Quizzical, though. How and when can this become a dish without a lumberjack to whack it? And a baseball team to eat it?

You can’t accurately at the moment call it squash, since it won’t.  Squash, that is. Not yet, anyway. Not till the mallet and cleaver reveal two seedy buckets to be scooped, till the turkey pan and the long lazy roasting turn it from its fierce formica form to a soft sweet heap.  Squash is the very endest product of itself.

Yield of my garden, I yield to the impulse to look you up, be certain of your Hubbard-ity. Yes, the images are all this smokey slatey shade. Many are wartier,  oddly ovoid or elbowed. In fact, I now appreciate my shapely one, you fat blue toy top of a squash.

But I’m not in the mood to eat squash today, and my upper body’s too fatigued to tackle it. One writer says to bag your Hubbard and to drop it on the floor. But it gave me all these words today! I have affection for it and that seems disrespectful.

I turn to Alice Waters on my shelf. She always has an answer and today she says, “A winter squash is better left to sit a few weeks after harvest.” I’ll wait for the orange of October to open this blue. Whew!

What’s cooking with you?


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  • Linda O’Brien

    I found my first red maple leaf today – odd item in our California neighborhood. But Fall is on its way.


    • I never think of Californian leaves as changing color! What a red-letter day for you–

  • giom

    …well orange is my favorite colour as Fall my season…the local harvest here continues…tomatoes…melons…fish…and of course grapes…here’s to you…here’s to seeing you at “harvest”…

    • Sounds like heavenly marketing-so glad we will see you at the Harvest Art Garden–

  • Scott Laughead

    Love the image of Bee buzzin’ ’round that squash. You’ve got me thinking of the wonderful things happening inside its shell as the warty ball awaits the moment your upper body is full of cuttig-it-open strength and your stomach is rumbling for this bowling ball of fall’s sweet bounty.

    I’m wondering if they DID invent bowling because of a squash such as this. Hmmmmm. (It’s all about the quizzical.)

  • tdmr@aol.com

    What’s cookin’? TIme of the year to gladly utilize the oven for heat now that summers over/ no ac in this lake house—was not necessary with the heavy gusts giving constant condensation to the cool Lake Huron water/ it, passes over and lifts the coolness around the house and inside — been a long time since I ve used no ac in Summer and I liked that

    . Fall brings thoughts of oven cooked meals / tonight a baked chicken with acorn squash ( another fall fave to bake) AND asparagus spears with lemon… remembering the last fall and crusty topped lasagnas , and hot nutrient filled soups — pea soup, chicken soup, leek soup, mushroom soup, potato soup, vegetable soups — well, just a lot of good hot soup to slurp from a special favorite spoon found in the mish- mash of varied patterns of silver from the silver drawer…. That’s whats cookin’ —– fall food — hot and soothing, warm, wrapping our insides in warm / hot enrgizing goodnes with a blanket wrapped around our outsides sitting in the cool 50’s air on the porch out front /lakeside / missng the go-go-go of Summer but looking forward to the slow- slow slowing down of Fall and Winter.

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