Freezing Black Eyed Shady Dudes

There's got to be a better title in this somewhere, but I couldn't think of it.

I went ahead and cut the mammoth squash off the vine even though it hadn't blossomed. It got a good 4-5 inches longer in the night and, well, quite honestly it scared me. The sucker was huge. It wound up reaching from the tip of my middle finger to my elbow. Remember, this is before pollination! Very odd. I cut it and a few of its buddies and blanched them along with some squash and put them in freezer bags. I suppose they'll be good for casseroles and such, right?

I kept some out to make a dip for tonight because the man's aunt is in town. I usually make the dip with artichokes, but who says it can't be done with a squash medley. Ok, so the real reason is that I don't have artichokes on hand, but I sure do have zucchini! I'll probably also put out a raw veggie tray and have a cucumber-tomato-and feta cheese salad to go with the meal.

Here's a picture of the mammoth zucchini and its friends:

You can see how the flower end never pointed since it never got pollinated. For a size reference, here's the boy mulling the mammoth over.Lastly, here's both boy and girl. They're doing a pretty good job of pretending they like each other.Confession time. Yes, the girl has a black eye. We entered the door for swimming lessons and I stopped to hold the door for a woman with a stroller while the kids raced on ahead of me. The boy sped through the turnstile, catching the girl under the eye with the upswing of the next arm (does that make sense?). Feeling kind of Mother of the Year about it and all, but she's no worse for wear and had the excuse to scream like someone done shot her dog.

Since we're being candid, someone with a nasty little mind happened upon this blog with a google search. They apparently googled three words that have appeared randomly throughout my blog in the last several months. Isolated, the words are very benign. When used together, they're yucky. If, mister shady dude, you've happened to come back, which I don't know why you would, don't google stuff like that.

It's icky.

Most certainly don't google that and then tell the person in great detail whose blog you happened upon that you did.

That would be sketchy.

The morning comes early. I'm afraid to mention dreams at this point. :) HA!