Came home from work. Picked up some wood for the smoker. (Black Walnut. Sounds weird, but when you mix it with Apple it kicks ass). And then dinner.
What might be for dinner, says I? Just wait and see, says the wonderful, loverly, beautiful, talented Mrs.
Spaghetti Squash is for dinner. But not the boring old squash, oh no. This is fresh spaghetti squash from our garden. Cut in half, cleaned out, and then filled with diced tomato (also from our garden), home-made italian sausage, lightly covered with Parmesan cheese and baked.
Oh. My. Goodness.
I wanted to take a picture of it, but it was so tasty I ate it all.