Some were gifted, others eaten, but one of them stayed in the cellar until today (picture taken today).
Wonder what the equivalent of 12 months in a squash life is to human life.
Should I eat it? Should I even risk it and invite people for dinner?
One will never know until one tries. What's the worse that could happen other than a bit of tummy ache.
It showed its age a bit when cut open, but smelled fresh and the colour was right.
Preparation for this celebration begun.
A fresh potato bread was baked, salad was prepared, tomato meat sauce was made and all waited for the spaghetti squash to cook.
And to ease the non-believers in the room, regular spaghetti was boiled... just in case.
40 minutes later, beautiful cooked spaghetti squash was ready to serve.
And all survived to write about eating a 12 months old, cellar stored, spaghetti squash.
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