Double Squash
Sometimes I wonder why I find the need to take pictures of some of the things that I do. This squash from my parents garden caught my eye when I was walking by. In my head I was like, “Hey look at that squash that’s squished into another one… I should take a picture. Should I call it a Double Squash, Squished Squash, Siamese Squash, or a Conjoined Squash?”
Anyway, enough of my inner monologue.
I never really thought much about how my parents had a garden in their yard when I was growing up. The other night when I was eating with the whole family I realized how cool it was to be eating squash that was picked right before dinner. Its fresh and basically free. Who doesn’t like fresh and free?
I don’t think I’ll turn into a hippy after that experience, but I did appreciate it.
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[...] I stopped by my parents house yesterday and saw this tomato sitting on their counter. My father picked it out of the garden earlier in the day. I figured it was worth sharing. Apparently my parent’s garden likes to make some odd vegetables. Last year I got a picture of Conjoined Squash. [...]