Farm Life: Squash-Zilla

P1070734While we had a cool-foggy August, September, still foggy, has brought summer weather back.  80F-90F and humid.  Before frost hits, it is harvest time.  No matter how often we pick, certain plants take over, hiding monsters in the garden.  Summer quash, with creeping vines take over and proliferate like Communists in Senator Joe McCarthy world-view… except Squash-Zilla is real!  Take care though, you might be Squashed, and find a basket of these on your doorstep or passenger seat of your unlocked car!  If Squash-Zilla were not enough to frighten you, all the rain we had this summer has created Carrot-Toa, waiting to erupt in your soup pot!

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About hermitsdoor

Up here in the mountains, we have a saying, "You can't get there from here", which really means "We wouldn't go the trouble to do that". Another concept is that "If you don't know, we ain't telling." For the rest, you'll have to read between the lines.
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4 Responses to Farm Life: Squash-Zilla

  1. Great post. Made me smile.

  2. Oh my – do you think there was radioactive something or other in all those fogs?? Has the makings of a good old fashioned Japanese horror movie…or really big salad! Fun post – thanks.

    • hermitsdoor says:

      All the moisture in our region this year has helped grow this monster. Also, the squash is from heritage seeds of an Italian breed called Tromboli. We eat the smaller ones in salads, stir-fries, soups, and with humus. When they are small, they do not have developed seeds.

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