Izzy Eats: The art of raising a gourmand, one bite at a time

Stirring tales of eating, cooking and foraging in my never-ending quest to provide, great-tasting (local and organic whenever possible) EATS for me and my boy(s).

Saturday, August 25, 2007

What Are THESE? The Sad Fate of Some of This Week's Pickins

And what does one do with them? I misplaced the farmer's identifier for the week and couldn't seem to find the link on his site. I thought my list said that this week's delivery included zucchini and I had intended to prepare them as such. I needed a side dish for tonight's dinner so cut open the small one and although it didn't smell like any zucchini I had ever met before, I began to grate it.

It sure smelled pumpkiny to me..maybe that's what happens when you leave it outside the fridge for too many days. I thought the air was cool enough but perhaps today's heat did them in.

Whatever the case I had no choice but to discard the grated mess. Meanwhile, the larger one of the two still waits, taunting me on the counter. Ideas?
I might add that that was only one of this evening's ruined veggies. I know that when you get fresh-picked corn you are supposed to eat it right away, otherwise the sugars turn to starches. I was unable to heed my own advice and I cooked the corn from Tuesday, tonight. Izzy's papa summed up the flavor like this: "Animal Feed." Izzy managed only one bit before setting his down. A terrible shame since we all adore corn. I will do better next week.

2 comments:

JEP said...

At first, I thought it may be a crookneck summer squash. I looked thru various vegetable books that I have & I am wondering if it a gourd. There is a half pix of one (the the curved part) & ID's it as a Hercules War Club Gourd. If it is a gourd, it probably does taste strange! Interesting.

Izzy's Mama said...

JEP: I don't think it is a gourd because it is supposed to be edible. The farmer does bring gourds around Halloween but I believe it is too early for those. I will get to the bottom of this on Tuesday when I see the farmer.