I have a couple early food memories around squash.
One is Grandpa Z’s zucchini. He would grow them bigger than our dachshund.
He would slice them into half-inch rounds, batter and fry them. Oooh mama, those were some good eatin’. Summertime at the grandparents house was fun and tasty.
I can still see Grandpa Z holding up one of his big zucchini, huge grin on his face.
The second memory is my mom’s favorite way to prepare squash – split in half, scoop out the innards, bake with a …