It will be the only produce from my garden this year.
And I didn't even plant it, this little yellow crookneck squash. The birds did. In March, when I should have been tilling and seeding my vegetable garden, I was overwhelmed with work and Matthew's back-to-back-to-back ear infections. So I didn't plant a thing, except the herbs in the kitchen windowbox. A few weeks ago, I noticed a squash plant coming up in the middle of the play area in front of my normally-designated garden site. "What in the world?" I wondered. We sure didn't plant it. But I am grateful for it all the same. It has a few siblings that I will pluck later this week (that sounds awful, like it should be accompanied by an evil "muwwwwwaaahahahaha" laugh).
So, how to prepare this darling thing? Lightly steamed and salted? Yes. I do believe so.
We will savor the birds' gift. I suppose it was their sign of gratitude to us for providing them with the "gourmet" birdseed during the winter. Cheeky little beggars.