We ate our first batch of yellow squash last night for dinner. There was a time, a little over a month ago, that I didn't think we'd have any squash this year. But their hills rose above the flood waters and survived the heavy rains that washed the rest of the garden away.
That first meal of squash is heavenly. It's by the 12th picking or so, that I start to tire of those yellow beauties! When that happens, I slice, blanch and freeze quart containers full of summer squash to use in casseroles in the dead of winter, when a splash of yellow is once again treasured.
Until next time.....
