|feeling a bit Squashed|
Monday, April 29, 2013
Grief is an interesting thing
It can feel suffocating,
in a way;
depending on which view you take.
i have never been one to stuff my emotions.
but i learned a long time ago
not all emotions are welcome,
not all people are welcome to express them.
Some of us must resist the urge to speak up as others feel free to do.
In this politically correct world we live in it is becoming more so.
So it seems.
i have never much respected conventional restrictions.
i have been told, is a "Hopi black squash".
If anyone knows any different
i found this at a local grocer last fall...
i had been looking for an heirloom plant to put into my experimental container garden and found this specimen amongst other more manageable types of produce.
i chose it for it's
Took it home... all 20+ pounds of it...
cut it up in pieces and harvested the seeds.
Some were already growing inside it's cavernous belly... should have taken a picture but ...
There's So much One Should do but do i find myself doing those things?
We cooked and ate some.
Not so great.
We don't know enough about it... how to season it & all,
but i dried and stored these seeds and
threw the already growing seeds in my compost bin.
they died over winter.
So it seemed.
Hubby asked if i'd picked this up from a guy named
with the threat of more to come ...
Our neighbor accepted the challenge to come up with a recipe,
an Italian inspired sauce...
i'm a bit afraid of it still.
our kitties seem to like it though
Since my Dad's passing
part of me felt buried.
Have been going through those stages peoples go through when such things happen.
Unmanageable seeds germinated in
dark cavernous places,
were thrown on the compost heap when they were not viable;
so it seemed.
"I tell you the truth,
unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies,
it remains only a single seed.
But, if it dies,
it produces many seeds".