Last time we were home at my parents' house, Grandpa Z hooked us up with a couple spaghetti squash. Fresh from the field no less! We just won't talk about where in the field. I managed to eat the first one. Like all of it. I think Travis had two bites. Alex claimed he doesn't like it. He's full of it. Either way, 99% of it ended up in my belly.
I cooked up the second one and have been snacking on it the past day or so, and I figured it would be an easy second food for that baby we've got livin' with us. He fell asleep at 6:30 last night and I didn't feel much like attempting solid food at 11:30 when he woke up to eat, so he hadn't tried yet when I dropped him off at daycare with a bowl full of mashed sqaush. I warned his teacher that we had no clue whether he was going to eat it or not.
Preeeeetty sure he like it:
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