You may not remember that at the edge of the crawl space hatch is where my "root cellar" was installed last fall. And somewhere in the very, back, back recesses of my memory, it seemed that squash was still tucked away in one of the bins.
|One year in the root cellar is TOO long|
Before the pest man began his toxic work, I checked. Three squash, indeed, left from last year, not rotten, but with a funny, waxy, sticky feel grinned up at me when I slid out the bin.
Good enough for the chickens was my first thought. NO! I'll bake them and use them in a wonderful butternut soup recipe. After their appropriate time in the oven, I tasted the golden flesh. Not very good. I guess the Things I get to do today include baking squash for the hens.
But the chickens didn't really take to it at all. And any food that is left in the hen yard overnight is fair game for the jays and (can I make this small enough type to barely be seen?) the rats. Now four days later, most of it is still on the ground in the hen pen. Good sign that cleaning out the root cellar each spring must find its way to the Things list.