So There Was This Squash...

The day after we got back from Alabama, Jeremy headed out to his parents' house for a little visit.  And when he got home that night, he was hauling a humungous squash.  Hubbard or winter squash.  I don't know how much it weighed.  Easily as much as Lynnaea (which is probably close to 18 pounds).  It sat on the floor by the table for a couple days and I accidentally kicked it a couple times.  And it didn't budge.  If that tells you something about the massiveness of this squash. 

So we knew we had to use it up pretty fast.  And I figured I could roast it all and make it into baby food (Lynnaea loves squash) and "pumpkin" for pumpkin pies.  But I told Jeremy he needed to bust that bad boy open, because I didn't want to attempt it.  I'd seen his mom go after these in the past with a butcher knife.  And perhaps that should have been a lesson to us...

Because this is what happened to the knife Jeremy tried using first:

It was crazy!  I watched it snap...  I wish I'd taken a picture of this squash.  Because it takes quite a squash to kill this knife!

In the end, Jeremy had to break out the big guns:  his hatchet.  And he took it out back on the porch.

The end result -- after cooking and everything -- was this: 

And those aren't even all the pieces.  Just some that I put on one of the pans.  But on the left you can see my home-made baby food :).  Lynnaea loves it.

And she also loves eating in her high chair.  I think she feels like a big girl.  And she is!  I can't believe how much she has grown.

These were this morning.  She likes to sit up.  And smile at her daddy when he plays with her.  I so love this baby.