Squash three ways

We got a lot of squash around here.  A ton from the plant we bought.  A ton from volunteers — turns out they weren’t cucumbers as I initially suspected.

We’re trying to be creative with what we do.  I’ve done squash latkes, squash muffins, squash carbonara, stuffed squash, you name it…

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I’m an Italian Grandmother

It’s official. I’m an italian grandmother because tonight I made my own pasta and topped it off with pesto made from basil from the backyard.  I also repurposed raw hamburger patties and made them into meatballs for the pasta.  This dish was amazingly delicious and definitely worth the extra effort.  I can’t say that I’d made it on a random weeknight, but definitely a keeper.

Sigh

After a month at trial, we did not get the result we hoped for.

I have a list of things a mile long that I need to do to catch up with life. 

Meanwhile, last night we ate pork chops marinated and baked in plum/apricot jam that I made from fruit on my parents’ trees.  Side dish of a bunch of volunteer squash and one giant zucchini (picture to follow soon), and rice.

Tonight, we will eat the left over rice as stir fry with broccoli, carrots, and green onion from the back yard.  The green onion has been such an amazing harvest.  They started as seeds in my windowsill, then turned into 34 transplants and we’ve been eating them for months, using every bit.  (I can’t tell you how often I used to throw away green onions from the market because they got all slimey in the veggie drawer).  I think only 3 remain.  😦

There’s a big mystery on what our tomatoes are.  If you recall, I had seven different varieties of seeds.  I had 14 transplants.  All but 3 died.  While I did not label the transplants, I knew that two of the survivors were the same variety.  They’ve been green for so long that I thought they were “Evergreen.”  But, one just started turning red.  So, no clue what variety we have.  But I am looking forward to not having to guess between ripe green and unripe green.