Let me preface this by saying that I’m typing on a computer with keys set to the touch of a caveman. Wait… even throwing my body weight into each key stroke does not help. It seems that the only strategy is to type in a sort of slow, controlled manner, making sure that each letter appears on the screen when it should. Oterwise, the result is somthin like this–writng which maes it appear tht I am mssing sme teeh, and somebrain cell, as well.
Down to the business at hand… Spaghetti Squash. What did the Indians call this? After all, they didn’t have spagheti. Something tells me this is a rather young plant, but whatever it’s age, it’s attraction is the way the insides peel out like spaghetti noodles. I’ve been eating it in various ways this last week. I’ve had it with butter, cinnamon and sugar; with butter and parmesan cheese; with tomato sauce and parmesan cheese; and in a sort of “goulash” dish. I can’t wait to try it as a substitute for spaghetti noodles with real meat sauce.
For anyone unfamiliar with this squash by name or appearance, it is yellow and rather football shaped (without the pointy ends and the laces). One cooks it by cutting it open lengthwise (another job for a caveman, since it’s outer shell is quite tough), removing the seeds (some people cook it with the seeds, I hear), and baking the halves face up on 42 for 30 – 40 minutes. Then, simply peel out both halves and add pretty much whatever you want. I cooked mine for 30 minutes last time, and it was still a bit crunchy.
Extra tip: Do not cook this and leave it lying about in your crawl space (a comment necessary so that I can post this under two categories).
P.S. I’ve been typing this so slowly that I think it also comes under the non-existent category of “self-control.”
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October 17, 2009 at 11:32 pm
Heidi
Holly you are hysterical. Would you believe that I have never had spaghetti squash before? I’m not sure if I’m inspired or not, but I think I am — I mean, I’m inspired to leave it in the crawlspace and see what happens.
It sounds like a very versatile squash. My guess would be that the Indians named it after its football appearance, since they didn’t know about spaghetti.
So happy you made your first post!!!
October 17, 2009 at 11:55 pm
hemuen
I hadn’t considered that the Indians would have had the “football” option. I assumed that they had to call it “that thing.” :) But you’re right, of course. After all, they weren’t so savage that they didn’t have a sugar bowl playoff on Thanksgiving Day.
I’m glad I made my first post, too. :) Correction… cooking temp is 425.
October 18, 2009 at 12:17 am
Heidi
Most Cool. I shall definitely try it sometime (almost anything with tomato sauce is bound to be delicious).
By the way, I love your avatar :-)
October 18, 2009 at 1:12 pm
hemuen
It’s my doll house, only I’m painting mine yellow with white trim. :) Correction… it’s Emily’s doll house, if I ever get it finished. Perhaps someday as a wedding gift? Right now it’s a row of painted window panes and a half-finished front door. Can’t wait to talk to you today, sissy!
October 18, 2009 at 7:47 pm
mengmom
Sounds good, Holly! I’ve never made spaghetti squash before either, but it sounds like you can dress it up in several ways. I’ll have to try it sometime soon.
By the way, I am typing on our laptop with the letter i key missing. It makes one look very tempermental to have to continually bang on the empty space where the i should be. This laptop also has trouble booting up sometimes, but if you punch it in just the right place at the right time it boots up very smoothly. :) Glad you are posting here now!
January 26, 2010 at 10:08 pm
countrylane
I LOVE to eat and grow spaghetti squash and so much better for you if you are watching your carbs.
I bet the Indians would have called it “stringy squash”, if I had to guess. Nice to see you on here, my beloved friend :)
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