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Diana,
Thanks for the reminder on offering a burnt sacrifice when cooking; I’m more likely to leave a blood sacrifice on a knife myself.
I’m not a fan of squash - I might eat some spaghetti squash maybe every other year - but what you describe sounds delicious.
Dave
Diana, I love the way you cook! Sounds about right, too, considering the way your mom seemed to concoct things—and the rest of the family did, too! Anyway, you had me grinning to myself, and anticipating you at times.
And since this is Veterans Day, I want to say Thank You for being a person willing to “stand in the gap"! I am proud of you, and proud to claim you as my niece! Thank you, Dear One!
Dave,
I just learnt what “spaghetti squash” was a few months ago. My cousin across town introduced me to it. I just picked up one two days ago. I’m thinking of making lasagna with it.
I’ve never been much of a squash fan, either. It seems my tastes have changed over time, though. Most squash dishes I eat these days strike me as tasty, provided the squash isn’t boiled until it’s mush, or otherwise violated beyond repair.
Aunt B’Ann,
You’re welcome. :) It’s my pleasure.
d
Diana,
Lasagna squash? That’s an interesting idea. I find the flavor of spaghetti squash is more like broccoli than squash. You make a good point about tastes changing, too. Maybe I should give squash another try.
One thing I’ve noticed over the years is that it wasn’t just my tastes changing that allowed me to enjoy things I didn’t like before. Sometimes I like things because it’s someone else’s cooking.
Dave
Diana, have you tried frying squash? ‘Tis good fried. Like fried cucumbers—now, I don’t like cucumbers, but I do like them fried. Just slice them, roll them in cornmeal and salt (pepper, too, if you like pepper on them) and fry until brown. Mmmmm! Delicious!
Dave,
Someone else’s cooking? :D A-men. Maybe that’s the difference….
I’ve begun to believe part of my adjustment comes from my increasing intolerance for junk food, though. I can’t handle grease like I used to.
Aunt B’Ann,
Fried cucumbers? Hm. I never even thought of such a thing. Interesting notion. I know I’m oddly attracted to fried pickles (if you haven’t tried them, you’re letting the best things in life pass you by).
I’ll have to try them!
d
Sounds like a lot of trouble to me. I can make a meal off of rice and gravy.:D