Sunday, October 26, 2008

I Hate this Getting Older Thing or SQUASH


Actually, when I was younger, I didn't hate getting older 'cause it got me out of my 20's and through the 30's... and I figured I'd look gorgeous. Now that I look back at the pictures of those years... why does age play such a fate... when did I change and where ?

Now the rules have all changed - by body isn't behaving like it always did - in so many ways...

*poop*

"Old Reliable" (not that I ever called this visceral part of me by this name, but it evokes the comfort zone I am/was in with me) has betrayed my ability to now understand it...... hmmm me... it... dang.

Remembering is going to rat-shit. I used to have an excellent ability to remember every thing. I was proud of that tho' it was a burden to carry such a great gift. I remember how I used to laugh at the "old people" I worked with 25 years ago (they were only 15 to 20 years older than me... such oldies - then).

OMG...I am now scared. The ones I work with currently are at the age I was then, and I wonder if they are now laughing at me. I never thought it possible. No wonder work holds a terror for me (not)

Now, she who laughed at them is now probably getting a big kick in the teeth...... or looking "motherish" in the eyes of the current lot...... CRAP.

These days, my memory is also now going (ability to "find words" while speaking went about 3 or so years ago, but that is a gift of turning forty and only shared by women 40+).

I've discovered that the memory thing slipping kind of pleasant.. falling into that realm of "The Madwoman of Chaillot" being "there"when need be, but all other times giving the gray matter a break... with a valid excuse.

Muwwwhaaaa ???

So what started this blog ?

Squash, I think...

Been wanting to post on food eaten (and other fun things) lately as I've done a lot of good eating the past 2 months or so, but been a bit depressed and not happy at work, so not really feeling a want to write for a bit...

But this squash thing asked to be told.

I bought a cute little squash today. It was beyond my norm of Acorn and Spaghetti. Heck - I've never even cooked a Hubbard before.

It was cute and tiny, about the size of tiny apple. Pretty.

Trouble was in 2 fronts...

When you get directions for a vegetable or fruit and they say to cut it in half: is there a norm as to what "half" is ? Transverse or lateral? This question was the origin of my post.

I think I cut it in half the wrong way... stupid stem and flower end. Might not be an issue for such a squash, but can be an issue for certain squashes, such as a spaghetti squash, which you have to cut the right way, which I can never remember, to get the long strands.

I wanted to tell you how delectable it was: cooked with a lot of fresh cracked pepper (which has been unusually aromatic lately and I am starting to suspect that allspice berries got into the jar where I buy it). It was yummy.

Do you think I can tell you the name of the variety, even thought I looked on the label many times to purposely tell you how good it was?

No.

And the label is now history.

And my tale is at an end.

I searched on the inet to find what I think it was called. But squash searches seem to get taken over by the sport ( which I used to play, but get annoyed when I am trying to find information about my edible squash).

The picture above... the squash I ate .. sort of looks like the squash in the upper left quadrant.


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6 comments:

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

Hmmm! Squirrels love squash.

Speedcat Hollydale said...

Squirrels STOLE my squash!!!!

I wanted to further elaborate, but I forgot what this post was about.

You know, I sometimes have trouble bringing back the name of a movie ... or a song sometimes.

10 years ago? NEVER

ehhh - I guess with each hair that falls out of my bald head, one more byte of information goes with it.

Annie T AKA Agnes Mildew said...

Bizarrely, I was discussing squashes this morning with Mr P. When I lived in Oman, I used to buy butternut squashes, slice the flesh into 'dauphoise potato' type slices, coat them in crushed cornflakes and oats, shallow fry them and serve them with a sour cream dip. The sweet and sour was fantastic. Even my fussy daughters liked them (then).

If squirrels are nicking your squash, just shoot them and roast them. Squirrel meat is now for sale on only the classiest London restaurants, so you could set a trend, eh?!

MedStudentWife said...

Speedy - I have a friend who's barber charges by the remaining hairs on his head.

Agnes/Annie... you're cooking always sounds delish. I'll have to try this one :).

Really - about the squirrel meat ?

Annie T AKA Agnes Mildew said...

Yep. No lies, mate. Squirrel meat is avant garde in the West End. Strangely, the ex used to shoot squirrels and actually cured the hide and made himself a wallet from it. He told me he hadn't cured it well enough so after three weeks it reeked in his back pocket.

Before I knew him well enough, it was that hunter-gatherer in him that made me fall hook, line and sinker for him.

There's nothing more horny than a bloke who can live off the land and fend for you.

Trouble is, he was a total w*nker...

Never mind!

MedStudentWife said...

Agnes/Annie Hmmm.. maybe you should skin him and make some shoes from his hide.