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“How do you like my ‘Squash Canneloni ala
Hershey con Brio?”
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[October 04, 2014]
can blame it all on watermelon and pumpkin pie. Both are delicious
and American, and both come from gourds. That’s the problem, you
see. Cooks all over the world therefore think that other gourds can
be made edible, too.
Gourds, for example, like squash.
Squash. One of the English language’s most painful words, along with
maim and trauma and rend and okra and Liberace. Why would anyone
want to eat something that sounds as though someone sat on it?
The bottom-line truth is, cooks all over the place love a challenge,
and they have tried valiantly to turn squash into an edible dish. To
do this, they take one tenth of a portion of squash, boil as much of
the squashiness as they can out of it, then immerse it in
nine-tenths something that tastes good and hope no one will notice.
You know, stuff like chile, mutton, edible vegetables, nuclear
waste, cottonwood bark and even chocolate. Then, when you can’t
taste the squash in it, and most of the slime has settled to the
bottom, they smile and say,
“How do you like my ‘Squash Canneloni ala Hershey con Brio?”
They even try to fool people who might consider buying squash into
thinking it tastes like something else. Something like butter. Or
acorns. Or crooked necks. Hey, I’ll take a crooked neck over a
squash any day.
Makes you wonder what crime against mankind Mr. Zucchini committed
to be forever more squash-damned in the history books.
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Let’s face it; squash is an unwanted growth on
an otherwise perfectly good vine. It starts with a pretty little
blossom that inspires Navajo jewelry and attracts bees. Then it
begins its insidious malignancy into something that should probably
be surgically removed.
But it’s fall now. Autumn, that time of year when children play in
the lazy sunshine and squash vines go belly up. And when we enjoy
our pumpkin pie and jack o’lanterns, we’ll smile quietly, knowing
we’ll once again be squash free for a few blessed months.
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