Monday, October 31, 2016

Last Minute Costume Idea: Snowman DIY

Would you like to build a snowman?  Or how about make a snowman {or woman or person...because snow of all things is pretty gender-less} costume in just a few minutes?

I like to tag along with District and her family on holidays, making dressing up socially acceptable.  Kids are great for making costumes socially acceptable!  Last year I went as a pink dinosaur and knew I wasn't going to be up to topping that this year.  So instead I went simple.  For the price of $1 {headband}, I made this cute costume with scraps and bits I already had on hand.

I'm also pleased as punch at this video I posted on YouTube.  It's not at all fancy but it's a new skill for me so I feel rather puffed up and excited that it turned out so cute.  It's under three minutes and requires zero sewing.  I would be so grateful if you would give it a quick watch, thumbs up to "like", and subscribe as I have a few cute videos in the works for the next few weeks.

What are your plans for Halloween this year?  Do you dress up?  Does your neighborhood get a lot of kids?



Thursday, October 27, 2016

Fall Colors And Deep Breaths

Before all the leaves were gone for the season, I took the time to get out and about over the past week to soak up all the beautiful autumn colors.  Just in the nick of time too as it started snowing today!

We got so little moisture last winter and summer that I wasn't sure how well the trees would do this fall.  Fear not, they showed up and showed off in all the candy colors I dream about!  

Blue skies, colorful trees, and touch of history in my favorite cemetery.

Beauty is layers.  #DeepThoughts

I have a love/hate relationship with fall.  I love it because it's beautiful and still novel for this Florida girl.  I love the cool, crisp temperatures, despite telling you how much I love summer heat.  But for me, fall is the gateway drug to winter.  Winter means being stuck inside, having the heat on in the house for six months, not seeing green things growing, going sometimes weeks without seeing the sunshine, and this year, missing Sadie who was truly the soul that saved me for 14 years.  

To say I am anxious and even scared about a long winter is an understatement.  

However, I'm also trying to be better about living in the moment.  So I got out and about for walks and hikes and lots of deep breaths.  I tried to appreciate how beautiful Upstate New York is in the fall.  

What's fall like where you live?  Do the leaves change colors?  Do the temperatures drop?  What's your favorite way to celebrate the fall season?

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Around The Garden

While the garden growing season is winding down for me, I still have all of my biggest projects ahead of me.  I do the bulk of my work in the fall so that my garden is ready to go the first warm week of May.  So all of the digging and tilling and rearranging and prepping happens for me in October and November.  This is a busy few weeks out in the cold.  But it sets up my garden so perfectly for the next growing season.

When it's all said and done, I'll post photos of the changes I'm making.  But until then, let's talk about a few crazy garden finds recently.

Last year's sweet potato harvest {my first attempt at growing them}, was unexpectedly awesome.  But this year got off to a rough start.  The slips didn't grow as easily, despite starting them earlier.  Then those that did grow, didn't grow very big.  Then those that did get planted {at only a few inches tall}, were eaten.  So I was prepared not to find any spuds when I began digging them up.  And many plants did only offer up a pittance.  But then there were other plants that just lucked out and didn't awesome. And convinced me more than ever that growing sweet potatoes are the best idea in any vegetable garden!  Just look how pretty they are when being dug out of the soil...

A Puffball Mushroom.  I got scared and didn't eat it, despite having determined that it was in fact a Puffball.  I hope next year I get brave enough to eat it because it's quite the treat according to many.

Slugs and snails have been the death of so many of my plants this year.  I know that the way I heavily mulch contributes to this so I need to come up with a new game plan next year.  I will not be changing the way I mulch- it practically eliminates weeds and adds to the soil as it composts down.  So this winter I will be researching ways to keep these beasts at bay.  {And thank you to all who have suggested beer.  That does work, however there are caveats.  You have to constantly change out the beer and cannot get water in the shallow dishes.  You also need a lot of it to service all the areas in the garden.  I just don't think it's practical for what I need.  But I so greatly appreciate all of the suggestions- truly- I love them!  Thank you!}

Giant squash.  I've filled up your Instagram feed with these squash pics because it's just been a fascinating journey.  Zucchino Rampicante is the name of the heirloom Italian variety.  It can be eaten young as a summer squash or mature like a butternut squash.  And it tastes similar to butternut.  These are on my MUST GROW list for next year as they are hardy, fun, and delicious!  The U shaped squash was the heaviest at 16lbs.  The S shaped squash, that met it's end when I walked in on a damn woodchuck noshing it, weighed in at 14lbs.  Don't worry- it can still be eaten.  I will just generously cut out the bites and use the rest for soup.  Another still green one weighed in at 12 lbs, also death by damn woodchuck, became two batches of zucchini bread as well as enough shredded squash in the freezer to make bread and muffins all winter.  

I'm so sad to see the season come to an end.  After losing Sadie, this garden season saved me.  Very literally.  It gave me something to do, gave me solace, gave me a way to sweat it out, and gave me a belly full of fruits and veggies for months on end.

What was your favorite thing to grow this year?  Or what's your favorite thing you wish you could grow?  I'm always looking for something to new to add into my garden mix.  I never shy away from a little garden gamble! 

Thursday, October 13, 2016

The Gift Of Carbs

I randomly decided to try a new French bread recipe the other day and it made three loaves.  So I wrapped one up in fabric, tied the ends with ribbon, and gifted one to District for her birthday.  Because nothing says I love you like carbs.

{Recipe is good but I am still searching for the perfect loaf.  It's a work in progress.}

Don't worry, I gave her a normal gift purchased from Nordstrom .  But I'm partial to the randomness of the homemade component.  Hopefully my friends know baked goods are my love language.  

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

5 Months Ago Today I Said Goodbye

I'm having a surprisingly hard day today.  I just did not see all these tears coming after having such a great weekend.  But here they are, just quietly falling down my cheeks over and over today.

Five months ago I said my last goodbye to my furbaby.  

I don't know what it means to handle grief well but I've kept it together for the most part so I suppose I get to fall under the handling it well umbrella.  For all the reasons I understand and all the reasons I will never understand though, I am privately falling apart at the seams today.

I believe about a month before Sadie died, I made a video for YouTube.  In the middle of filming, she started to cry and came looking for me.  She hadn't done that in ages.  The last few years she wasn't able to hear and slept all the time.  But this day, she needed to see her momma.  I am beyond grateful I let the camera keep rolling while I picked her up and held her like a baby, something she loved always.  This is the only video I have of us together.  I just never thought to take video.  

While I uploaded this as a little self-indulgence, it's here if you want to see the most precious 50 seconds of my life.  

Oh Sadie...

Five months out and I still look for you when I walk into the den.  Five months out and I still double over crying out to you.  Five months out and I still talk to you in Heaven every single day.  Five months out and it still hurts exactly as bad as it did on day one.  Five months out and I am still telling you that I love you.

All my love, my baby bunny!

XO Momma

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Salsa Verde: Part 2. When Salsa Becomes Soup

Yesterday's riveting post was all sorts of braggy pants about how I used up garden veggies and turned them into canned up salsa verde to last the coming year.

As is often the case when canning, I had a bit extra that I stored in a jar in the fridge to just use up during the coming week.  And I tried it the following day, 24 hours after cooking/canning.

It was okay.  I mean, it's tasty.  But also kind of bland.  I didn't add a jalapeño and I regret it.  It's just blah.  

I had choices.  I could say forgetaboutit and just put all the jars away and use it as is.  I could uncan it all, put it back in the pot, wash/sterilize the jars, throw away the lids, buy new lids, and a jalapeño, make it taste better, and can it all up again.  I could not do either and find a way to use it as something other than salsa.

I went with choice three and am so please with myself!  I used several larger jars of the salsa, plus a sautéed onion, homemade turkey stock, home cooked turkey from the freezer, three cans of white beans, and a ton of cumin and turned it into the most delicious soup.  Perfect for a chilly, dark fall night!

Lemonade, my friends, lemonade!  With a side of fresh bakery bread!

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Salsa Verde: Part 1

I had a few handfuls of green tomatillos and a bucketful of green tomatoes and decided I needed to use them up.  Because I didn't have enough tomatillos, I used both to make a salsa verde.  I also added pineapple, garlic {also homegrown...pats herself on the back}, onions, and peppers.

Everything found it's way to a sheet pan to be roasted for even more flavor first.  It made the pineapple so yummy and caramelized!

Then batches went into the food processor and into a big pot.  Once in the pot I turned on the heat and tasted for seasoning.  Added salt and pepper.  And lime juice to each jar before jarring up to hot water bath can.

I was so stinking pleased with myself.

Stay tuned for part two tomorrow...

Friday, October 7, 2016

A Week In My Life

I'm feeling rather positive about this week.  I love weeks when a lot gets checked of my ever-growing list, despite not everything going right.  So here are some highlights...

# The weather was pretty amazing most of the week and I was able to wear dresses and shorts the past few days.  I will milk my ability to have nekkid legs as long as humanly possible.  Working my best feature, baby!

# It's perfect work in the garden weather but at the moment I am out of things I can do.  Quite the conundrum.  I have a L O N G list of things I have to get done before the first frost but things are still growing and I am not quite ready to start pulling those plants out.  So all week I have gone to the garden, walked in circles, taken a few self-indulgent photos for Instagram, walked in a few more circles, harvested some squash, and left.  I started the biggest of my must get done before winter projects but realized the peanuts and sweet potatoes needed a bit more time in the ground.  As they are right in my path, I'm at a standstill.  I'm probably going to have to pull the trigger though because things have to get done and planted in time to get established before first frost.

# I got in my car the other day, reversed out of my parking spot, everything felt strange and sounded strange, parked and got out, and realized I had a flat tire.  Pulled right back into my spot.  I ran over a screw, which is inevitable living in a growing city.  I needed four new tires so this was a sign to just get that taken care of.  Why oh why is everything un-fun {read: car maintenance} so damn expensive?  Safety first that's done.  And I actually could feel a difference when driving.  Which probably means I was long overdue.  

# I have been so loyal to my sanity via my yoga mat lately.  I'm really proud of myself for getting my ass on the mat, even on days when it is the last thing that sounds fun.  I feel so much better afterward.  Big kisses to the Mermaid for being such an inspiration and encouragement!  

# I broke up with someone.  Last week actually.  It's all very grown up and amicable.  No one hurt anyone or said a single unkind word.  Sometimes things just aren't meant to be and this time, both parties knew it.  I'm still sad though.  Another loss hurts, even under the best circumstances.  {More on this next week...}

# On Wednesday, my left eyelid started twitching.  It's happened before and typically goes away shortly, so I ignored it.  12 hours later I was annoyed.  Thursday morning I woke and and it was still twitching and I was more upset, because while not painful, it's definitely uncomfortable.  At about the 40 hour mark I sent a text to District to say I was googling the situation but pretty sure I was dying.  She called to say I wasn't dying, it was just stress + allergies.  I was like, um, that seems unlikely, it's been great knowing you but obviously death in imminent.  By 4PM I had a huge headache from the eye twitch.  Or from sinuses.  But probably the eye twitch {read: brain tumor}.  By 5PM I bailed on dinner because you know...death was a comin'.  But 6PM I was blowing my runny nose and now had a twitch in the right eye. The good news is I didn't die and it seems District was on to something.  I skirted death, y'all!  The bad news is that both of my eyes are still twitchy and it's very frustrating.  

# I bought my first ever eye shadow pallet.  I feel very grown up {only 25 years late but whatever}.  But true confession here...I don't know what to do with eye makeup.  I think I'm impatient because my lids never look as nice as all the lovely makeup vloggers.  

# I cannot stop eating Honey Crisp apples.  It's an absolute fall addiction.  Things could be worse than eating a lot of big apples though...

# Florida.  My heart.  My home state.  Big hugs and love and hope that everything is okay!  I've been {probably annoyingly} checking in with my people every few hours and so far things seem manageable.

And that about sums up my week.

How was your week, sweet friends?  Tell me a tid bit that happened in your world over the past few days.


Thursday, October 6, 2016

Bad Dates: Preppy Meets Goth

In honor of my grown up blog declaration, let's start this off right.  Let's talk love.  Or lack of love that leads to a LOT of online dating sites.  As the song goes..."it's hard out here for a pimp."

When my disastrous relationship ended, I downloaded every app I could find that same night.  Sadie was sick, I thought she was dying {she pulled through and lasted a few more months}, and I remember so clearly just sitting on the floor next to her.  I was a mess.  I was so mad at my ex for being such a horrible human towards me.  And more than that, the emotion overshadowing all things related to my ex, was concern about Sadie.  So I really only left her side when necessary.  I just sat next to her trying to sleep and downloaded dating apps to get my mind off all the ick. 

As a result, I had a lot of weird first dates.  Remember that I declared this to be my #YearOfYes and I was trying to get back on the proverbial horse.  One Friday, I actually scheduled two first dates, many hours apart, at the exact same Starbucks.  {I'm 38 people...thirty eight...I still hold out hope that I can have a family...foolishly, I know...but if that's ever going to happen, I have to bloody make it happen!}

The first date was super weird...but this is the story of the second date of the night.

My attitude towards online dating has changed over the years.  I used to spend ages talking on the website, then slowly giving in to talking on the phone, then finally nine decades later having a date.  Now I am like, let's meet!  For two reasons: first, if they refuse for any reason, take it as a sign from the universe to save yourself and move on and second, in person chemistry is so different than text chemistry.

So I "met" this person on an app.  Normal.  We chatted a bit.  Normal.  They suggested we meet right away and I picked the very generic but very easy to get to and well-lit Starbucks.  Normal.  I had a good feeling about this one.  Not a feeling that this was going to be amazing but from the photos and few convos, I felt like it was going to go just fine.  I didn't have any nervousness about the date.  

Let me tell you about my outfit.  Pink Lilly Pulitzer top, white jeans, tan Tory Burch ballet flats, big pearl necklace, monogrammed bag.  Typical KK.  I felt cute but also felt like it was an accurate representation of myself.

I got there a few minutes early and sat down at a table to wait.  While playing on my phone, I was startled when the tallest person I'd ever met was hovering over me.  My date.  This website didn't include height.  And honestly that's not something I care about as I've dated people taller and shorter than me before.  But this was not a few inches taller, this was a foot an a half taller.  It caught me off guard.  And that's when I noticed my date's outfit.

Head to toe black goth.  Black tall combat boots, tight black pants, weird black top, one of those spiky choker necklaces, and black nails.  

Um...every photo I had seen was normal and the sort of style that blends into a crowd.  Normal button downs mostly.  Nothing striking at all in those photos.  What the heck was I looking at here?  {Please note that I have nothing against this or any other personal style.  I just think that if this is part of your regular routine, you should be clear about it from the get-go.}

We walk up to get coffee and as we are waiting for our drinks, my date who shall forever be known as Goth, tells me that there is a rave tonight and that's where they're headed afterward .  It's once a month and all of their friends are part of the subculture.  The phrase subculture gets used two dozen more times to explain friends and this goth shin dig.  Subculture, subculture, subculture.  

I was already there though so I just had to find my way through this awkwardness.  We sat down.  Goth tells me about time spent in the military and what seems to be a genuinely interesting career in film now.  But also casually mentions hoping to be a NY State Trooper.  I was like, oh I have two cousins who are Troopers!  {I was so excited I had something to add to this very one sided conversation finally.} I also mentioned that one of my Trooper cousins was young.  

And that set Goth off.  Goth, who just told me about wanting to be a Trooper and just heard that I have two family members on the force, lost their every loving Goth mind at the notion that someone younger than them could get in and they didn't.  {I didn't realize until this point that Goth had even applied.}  And then I heard the longest diatribe about how bad the Trooper system is here vs other states because they do things other than just going up and down the state highways and that's not their job.  {I mean, okay but you just told me how badly you want to be one...}  Goth went on about how they also wanted to be a police officer and proceeded to list not one, not two, but THREE local departments they were rejected from and I heard all about the conspiracy theories why.  And so on and on and on it went.  I changed the subject a few times but it always came back to how terrible it was that my cousin, who didn't at all deserve it, was a Trooper.  

Other highlights, beyond the goth subculture and Trooper/police rejection, included stories of an aunt who makes dolls and interrogating me to the point that I nearly cried on who Goth is friends with in my city and why don't I know them.  Every time I tried to wrap this up, Goth circled back to the whole Bitter Betty Trooper issue.  Mind you, during this very dominating topic choice, I said little.  Mostly just oh and uh huh and I'm sorry to hear that.  Goth was just so bizarrely aggressive and I was so desperate to find some sort of silver lining in this situation.  

When we finally left, I didn't even give opportunity for a handshake.  I was polite of course, but no need to linger.  Let's not even pretend this went well.  This went weird.  Call a spade a spade...this was not a success story.  I was in full on tears before I even pulled out of the parking lot.  

Y' is hard work.  Just to get to a first date takes a heck of a lot of time, energy, and motivation.  While I was proud of myself for sticking it out and giving this very bizarre situation a fair shot, despite all the optical obstacles, I was still sad and exhausted.  It just shouldn't be this challenging.  

Matchmaker, Matchmaker, make me a match.  Find me a find.  Catch me a catch.  Night after night I'm alone in the dark.  So make me the perfect match!

And that's the story of when Preppy met Goth for the longest, most aggressive cup of coffee...


Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Grown Up Adult Blog


We're friends, right?  Those who still comment have felt like friends for so many years and we are now interconnected across so many social media channels that I feel certain we truly are good friends at this stage in the game.  

So friends...we need to chat.  Like a grown up, pull up my big girl britches, sit down and have a heart to heart with you while holding a very fancy grown up cocktail.  And a huge glass of ice water.  Because if you know me in real life, you know I am never more than seven inches away from ice water.  

I started this blog almost a million years ago.  Or about eight years ago to be exact.  I was in a different phase of life back then.  I lived for Lilly Pulitzer shopping sprees and TJ Max hauls.  I had no idea what blogging was or how it would change my life.  When I started blogging, most of the now big bloggers weren't yet blogging.  That's how many centuries I've been on here.  A lot has changed online.  But a lot has changed with me too.

I'm 38 and a half.  I've stopped volunteering with groups that were once my world and moved on to more ethical organizations.  I've met new friends.  I've dated so many people and have acquired so many highly entertaining but not always PG rated stories.  I've taken on new hobbies.  I've closed down my business.  I've struggled.  I've succeeded.  I've cried endlessly over the loss of Sadie.  I've started focusing on new ideas and hopefully not so distant plans.  I've grown.  I've evolved.  

But my blog hasn't.

This blog has become stagnant.  It's flat and often boring.  I write because I love to write.  But I play it safe.  And it feels sad when I read my posts.  Sad because I know that deep down it's just not representative of who I am at this point in my life.

I play it safe because I am scared of rocking the boat.  I fear that someone will read a post that they disagree with and that will be the end of our blog/vlog friendship.  {Which is dumb because I read posts on blogs or on Insta all the time that I disagree with but don't X a person out...I just come back the next day when they have moved on from that more controversial topic.}  

The other day I was having a heart to heart about an unrelated to this blog topic with District.  She questioned weather she should have spoken up about something and I jumped down her throat.  I told her she absolutely did the right thing.  I never speak up or tussle feathers or rock the boat or shout my voice when I have the opportunity because I am so nervous that I will upset people.  But in the end, I am always upset.  I told District that she shouldn't be like me.  

The next day I retold that story to the person I am dating.  And the day after that, Louise from Sprinkle of Glitter told the world that she was going to stop playing it safe for views and just be herself.  

That's when it hit me.  I mean, I don't know Louise.  But I when I had that conversation with District and my person, they clearly expressed a whoa in response to the statement of "Don't be me!"  And then seeing Louise take such a big step and potentially isolate a large portion of her subscribers...I was equal parts inspired and determined.  

I can no longer be like me either.

I can't always play it safe and sweet and even.  I have real life thoughts and opinions that often only get shared in 140 characters on Twitter.  I have opinions on all of the normal life stuff like politics and equality, faith and family, mental health, dating and sex, and so much more.  But I pretend that recipes and the occasional vent session are all I am able to be honest about on here.  

Not any more.  I am going to get real.  I am going to be brave and be more of the me I am now instead of the me I was {or if I am being honest...the me I wanted to be} a decade ago.  And it might not go over well.  But that's a risk I am suddenly very okay taking.  And let me clarify that this isn't going to turn into a rated R blog suddenly.  I will still force feed you posts on my gardening adventures and all the stuff that makes me giddy.  But I'm also going to share blog posts and YouTube video posts about all the more-than-that stuff that makes up my life.

I've grown and it's high time this blog does, too.

So grab a cup of whatever you have nearest to you, it might be a bumpy ride.  But when we are honest and open in life, the bumpy rides often make the best stories.


Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Seasons And Outfits Are Changing Quickly

Looking down over the past few weeks, it's fairly obvious that the seasons are truly changing.  After a summer in shorts and sundresses, it's hard to accept the chilly changes coming to town.  I eased into it with shorts and long sleeve button down shirts.  Consider this to be my toddler tantrum moment pouting that I'm just not ready to see summer go.

But leaves are changing and falling and the air has turned crisp and cool.  Jeans and flannel shirts {and my forever glaring white flipper feet because I wear sneakers in the garden all summer} have found their way into the rotation.  It's not summer style but I don't hate it.  What do you think the chances are we can keep this fall weather until spring?  I could live with that deal!

And then there's this.  I call it the girl who gave up on life look.  Leggings, which I still maintain are not pants {or simply not pants for short} and a sweatshirt.  Sometimes on dreary days, this is just the best I can muster up.  

This Florida girl misses her home state something fierce right now.  It's getting harder and harder to stay away from those south FL winters...

Monday, October 3, 2016

Art Of Seating

Friday I had the pleasure of attending the opening of the Art of Seating exhibit and the Albany Institute of History and Art with District.  If you are going to be even remotely close to the area, you absolutely must go see this brilliant display of chairs.  It's a traveling show but this is the first time it's been to the northeast.  Such a fun way to spend an evening.

The entire exhibit came out of a single collection from a collector in Jacksonville, FL.  Immediately upon hearing that, I leaned into whisper to District..."Can you imagine that home?  How large and what kind of decor just to accommodate this expansive collection?!"  I'm here to ponder life's most important questions, y'all.  I may or may not have also suggested that next year we get an exhibit of tables.  

This red chair was made right here in my beloved Troy, NY.  It reclines and swivels.  #enjoytroy

And this blue chair is made of horns and hails from TX.  I could live with the horns but honestly, the pom poms are just way too over the top.  Because of that, it was one of my least favorite in the collection.  

Both of these were child size chairs.  All things are exponentially more adorable when small!

I had so many favorites but the first one and these last two definitely topped my list.  I'd love a pair of these white leather and metal arm chairs in my home, actually.  Easily the highlight for me!

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Sadie Sunday: Everything Can Change In Just One Year

Dear Sadie,

I was looking at photos and noticed the date on these two snapshots of you.  The one in the stroller was taken exactly one year before you passed away.  And the one of you walking in the flower petals in Sage park was taken two days later on May 13, 2015.  I am not sure why I gasped out loud when I saw the dates but I think it has to do with how much life can drastically change in just 12 short months.

I hope you know I savored every moment we had together.  Every one of our days meant the world to me.  You were and still are the most precious soul.  I love you every minute of every day, my baby bunny.

One of these days I will be able to write more than that without having to stop six times to wipe away giant tears.  But today, just know, this little Momma misses you with every breath.  I am every so grateful to have all of these lovely photos though.  They really do capture your sweetness so well.

All my love,
XO Momma

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Everything But The Kitchen Sink Smoothies

I've been back on my smoothie kick lately, likely because I think it's a great way to use up kale.  Because every knows {or should you know} that if you stick greens and blueberries in a smoothie, you can't see the greens.  I'm a grown up so I really don't care if my drink looks green.  But for those who do're welcome.

Anyway, there's no big point to this tale other than to say that on smoothie days, I manage to get  more fruits and veggies in my diet in one drink that I often do in an entire day.  

The other day I used up half of a not very sweet cantaloupe, two bananas from the freezer, and a splash of oj.  No green this time but let me tell you, that was one super tasty treat that served as lunch in the form of two giant tumblers.  YUM!

Real hard hitting news, today folks.  I like smoothies.  Jot that down.  Heard it here first.

I don't use a recipe for smoothies because that's like using a recipe for ice water.  What's in the fridge just goes in the blender and served over ice.  Smoothie.  But do you have a favorite flavor combo?  I typically use kale and/or chard plus a bunch of fruits.  If you have any flavor recs though, I'd love to give it a go.


New Favorite: Zucchino Rampicante

Last February I bought a bunch of new seeds, including a pack of seeds for Zucchino Rampicante.  It's an heirloom Italian variety of squash that can be eaten young as a summer squash or aged and hard like a Butternut or other winter squash.  I like trying new things and thought it looked amusing.

I had no idea what I was in for!

Hands down the most amusing squash I've ever seen.  They are so long and once they hit a road block {read: the ground}, they curve here, there, and everywhere.  

On top of being fun to watch, delicious to eat, and great keepers, they grew so well in my garden!

It could be a fluke.  Of course.  But you bet your bottom dollar that I will be growing these babies next year.  Weird and wonderful makes me smile every day of the week!


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