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Village Squire, 1976-09, Page 15Oh the joy[ ?] of getting off the harvest BY SANDRA ORR Every morning now I hear, the important ' bigger male takes a thoughtful look at the garden and leaves a pre-recorded message, "It's going to be a long, hard winter. Get all the food done up you can." "Mm," I mutter, "Maybe," sending a look after that some would call black, not thinking I want to get off my chair. But, after all, I did put a garden in and it did grow and with rising prices, wage shrinkage arid lay-offs and where is it going to end?, the thought of it is enough to make even a devoted chair -sitter feel guilty about sitting let alone putting anything into his or her mouth. So this season I decided to outdo myself, do something with everything, impress you know who (I am not as lazy as he thinks). Even though I've eaten several bushels of tomatoes already, I go out and pick them, every last green one, the weeds protecting them from the frost, and put them in rows in the basement. The basement is heated so that twenty percent wizen, thirty percent rot, but the rest are edible until the end of November. Next to the neat rows of tomatoes I put the pumpkins and squash. I cook a squash on Saturday, serve the leftovers on Tuesday and then again on Wednesday and Thursday since it was not eaten on Tuesday. I pay no attention to the groans of my family; they don't like squash. I mention something about good food going to waste. By spring only eight squash and three pumpkins have been removed from the heap; so there is a great quantity of these molding and rotting vegetables to remove from the cellar, along with the above mentioned tomatoes, in the spring. Not anticipating a run on squash this year I didn't plant any, reasoning that in the chance of anyone desiring one, I could cook a pumpkin and pass it off as squash instead; not in pie form of course, in vegetable form, mashed up with butter in a casserole dish. Everyone would sooner have it as pie though, and if I ever make apie I will have to mash it VILLAGE SQUIRE/SEPTEMBER 1976, 13