Cushaw.

What are your plans for Monday?  Mine?  Well, I WAS going to visit Momma and the sibs with Ol’ Benny Boo in tow, hitting up some fresh produce and hauling back the six chicken broilers that I ordered.  

Alas, our salon scheduled a Monday morning meeting, putting a snag in my plans.  As I mentioned the other day, my babe takes two naps a day (usually), the first one around 9ish and the second one, 3ish.  Being that it takes an hour and a half to get to Momma’s house, my travels are always coordinated with the nap times so that I can enjoy a bit of peace and quiet on the road.

So since Monday got shot, I called Momma up yesterday morn and sorta sprung myself on her.  She was happy to accommodate a spur of the moment visit.  In addition to brightening her day, Bennett and I also spread cheer unto Aunt Manny (A.K.A. Manny-saurus Rex) and honorary Aunt Rachael.

But all that ooey-gooey baby goodness is old news, right?

So what’s the new news?

This monster:

Momma and I drove to Mowery’s Orchard and marveled at all of the pumpkins and gourds on display.  There was a vast array of colors and sizes.  Curious about a particular selection of jumbo gourds that were marked at $3.50, I asked the staff if these gourds were just decorative or if any were actually edible.  They kindly turned my attention to the cushaw squash, a sort of cousin to pumpkin, that was hidden amongst the gourds.

Well, guys, I think you know what my weekend is going to look like, huh?  I’ve got a date with Mr. Cushaw Squash.  Let’s hope he likes me.  First, I must research him to death.  Then I’ll pounce.