This is a Patty Pan squash. There are millions of them, or will be upon our return to Cooter Hollow after a brief escape to other secluded lands. I have no idea what to do with these things.
I am, by most accounts, a responsible neophyte, as far as the garden grows. There’s nothing pretty about it, and the only ‘design’ to it was hoeing up more-or-less straight lines between the rows.
Moreover, in general, I’m just smacked to the gobs at the thought of ‘decorative gourds.’ I have no idea what kind of mind it takes to plough, hoe, weed, hill, weed and till and weed and weed again for something that serves as a centerpiece in an elementary school thanksgiving diorama, but okay, let them eat radishes.
But I found these squash that resemble UFOs and nobody’s ever heard of them, and the conspiracist and obscurantist in me exchanged giant streetwise high-fives and I planted a whole package of them.
So, I have lots- what can I do with them? Will they make soup? Good raw? Roasted with maple syrup? Any ideas? They sure are pretty. And given what I think of pretty things, I hope whatever there is to do with them involves smashing them into a tasty paste.
you can do with pattypan squash anything you can do with the long, baseballbattish squash. in these parts, less rugged than yours but even more isolated, they are a common sight. Slice and marinade and then grill. Cube and steam or stir fry. Halve, seed and stuff (I guess like ‘eats, shoots and leaves’, (which contains an off pun, unintended, on various anonymous oral activities), the commas are key here). There is nothing you can’t do with the little flying saucers except for fly.