squasha

my brother came to visit over thanksgiving.  he drove down here from school, stopping at our parents on the way.  they sent along a bag of produce which included this huge squash.  of course, in our hands, it quickly became "squasha" the perma-disgusted peanut-shaped lady. 

we brought her to thanksgiving dinner as a possible centerpiece, but that foul expression didn't mix well with the happy holiday mood.  so she was removed, and sat sulking in the next room, while we stuffed our faces.

(i'm just not sure i can cut her up, even though she'd keep us in squash soup for half the winter).