We laughed about the size of this squash for a while, and then decided to research what it was before I attempted to make anything out it. So, we found out that it is a cushaw, and this is probably one of the more petite in its class. Thanks to the Fliceks, it was "Cushaw Day" in school. The kiddies are completely squashed out, but this was our day:
We discussed what a cushaw squash is, how and where it grows, how far they've been traced back in history (would you believe 7000 B.C. !?!), etc. And then, we dissected it!
We chopped it up and got it ready to bake...
...while some of us continued to play in the cushaw goo.
As the squash baked, we did some spelling... and Ellie insisted that I take a "cool picture" of her with a pose that she chose on her own. She's definitely Daddy's girl... and Ave's sister.
We also did a little bit of language arts, journaling and art:
ELLIE: "Daddy is picking a squash with his hat on."
ILIEA: "There is a cushaw squash at the farmstand."
AVERY: "Avery's sketch -- cushaw squash"
After lunch, we made the cushaw squash puree into bread.And for those of you who are thinking that we skipped music today... oh, never fear. The kiddies made up their own cushaw song (sung in their best "Nacho Libre" accent):
"There is a cushaw squash at the farmstand...
There is a cushaw squash over the seeeeeeeea...
There is a cushaw squash in New Me-xeee-co..
And there is a cushaw squash right next to meeeee."
We love you, Fliceks... and have bread for you. We even saved some for Stout. :)