I…have no idea
Well, now. I wasn’t expecting our…ummm…mystery gourd-like vegetable to grow to quite THAT size. Things are ‘UGE. I have told you this, yes? We had three — count ‘em, THREE — vines grow up in our raised beds that we most assuredly didn’t plant and locals tell me the things hanging off of them are marrows. Never et one in my life, so how they got in our compost is a puzzler.
Uncle B informs me the village produce contests, they grow ‘em to the size of small children and wheel them in in wheelbarrows. These aren’t quite that big, but they would be if I left them.
Marrow, Wikipedia informs me, is the British word for members of the Cucurbita family. Gourds, pumpkins and squash. These look more like morbidly obese zucchinis, but I’m told zucchinis are called courgettes.
Fuck, it’s hard being a ferriner.
Everyone agrees on the recipe, though. Cut them in half, scoop out the middles and fill them with good stuff.
From our garden: herbs, garlic, onions, this year’s new crop of tomatoes. First the skillet, then scoop into the marrow. Bake for twenty minutes, then: American-style bacon, hamburger. Bread crumbs, cheese. Ten more minutes.
Was it nice? Pff! How bad could anything be stuffed with bacon, hamburger and cheese?