Last week I found squash (the edible kind, not those silly decorative ones) on sale for 59 cents a pound. That seemed like a good deal to me, so I got a bunch of different types. I don’t really know what they are, but I tried to pick ones that would provide visual interest until we get around to eating them. I’ve already cooked a few, but here is what’s left.
The only problem is that now I am feeling so attached to the seasonal decor that I fear I might have trouble actually cooking one of these squash. Taking one out would mess up the symmetry and break up the power of three. Perhaps I should buy more squash next time.