"Bright Yellow, Crisp or Soft, Hot or Cold"
Pick me, warm from the garden or chilled at the grocers. Feel my skin, mostly soft and smooth.
Give me a thump! Go on! It feels good! Hold me next to your ear and thump me again... tell me what you hear...
Do you know what I am? What to do with me? Are you human enough to handle me?
Okay, you did it! Now what? Do you hand-carry me from the store? Paper or plastic? Reusable bag?
We are home now. How do you store me? In the cold fridge? A nice airy shelf? I see cookbooks! You may do right by me...
That's right! Give me a nice warm wash and look at my shiny skin now - beautiful!
I know what is coming... the knife. I will sacrifice myself to you, for you cared for me. You sharpen it, so the kill will be quick.
Please! One last thing... how will you prepare me? Baked? Boiled? What??
Baked??!! Thank you! My full glory will be experienced then!
Enjoy my splendor! I am ready... I see the knife, but feel nothing...
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"Honey! Get the kids in! Supper's ready!"
"This is the best Spaghetti Squash yet, John! So tender and light, but rich flavor!"
He smiled and was glad he had spent the time picking the best squash at the market. He dug in and moaned at the taste.
"Delicious!"
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