It was down to a lakota or an acorn, and the mystery squash turned out to be an acorn squash.
The squash was plucked yesterday morning and by the time I got home last night, John had already split it wide open and eaten half.
He baked it with a little butter and garlic, but it would have been just as tasty plain. Acorn is my favorite of all squashes because of its sweetness. I savored every bite. There are a few carrots left in the ground, but after that, our garden is closed up for the summer, so are most of the local farmers markets. The downtown Sarasota market stays open on Saturday mornings, but many of the vendors take the summer off. The selection is just not the same…it’s going to be a long, hot summer.
I’m already in farmer’s market withdrawal…