So the other night I twittered a picture of my "dinner" which was homemade squash casserole and cupcakes. Super healthy. I was needing comfort food in my life and I have just decided to give full disclosure as to why.
But before I do that...I wanted to give ya'll the recipe for my squash dish because some of you twittered me asking for it. And trust me, you want this before the gross part of this story starts. So...
I LOVE YELLOW SQUASH.
I seriously do. Pretty much anyway, but the casserole is my favorite. So when my sweet neighbor Brian (who lives two doors down and has this huge garden he tends to right outside of town) came over on Sunday and brought me a bag of squash, I went straight to my recipe box, whipped it up, and ate half of the casserole myself. In like 10 minutes.
Shelley's Favorite Squash Casserole
half a large onion, chopped (Usually white but Sunday I used red cuz it's all I had)
half a stick of butter
3 and a half cups of cooked squash...make sure you drain it and get the excess water out of it, or it will be gross
1 and half cups of crushed Ritz crackers
1/4 tsp. of salt
1/8 tsp. of pepper
1/4 tsp. of garlic powder
1 cup or so of grated cheddar cheese
2/3 cup of sour cream
Saute the onion in the butter until it gets clear. About 5 minutes. Mash the cooked squash with a fork until it's broken apart. Mix squash with onion, butter and remaining ingredients, leaving out 1/2 cup of the Ritz. Put mixture in a buttered casserole dish and top with remaining half cup of Ritz. Bake at 350 for about 30 minutes. It's so good.
OK, now that that's over...I will tell you why I ate cupcakes for dinner. My good friend Jessie brought them to me because I had a little surgery on my left foot on Friday. It's so yuck and embarrassing that I wasn't gonna tell ya'll...but, it's also so unbelievably gross that I thought "why not??"
So for like literally a year or more I had what I THOUGHT were calluses (let's say from running because that sounds good) on my left foot. After many trips to the dermatologist and several home remedies and finally a telling trip to the podiatrist....guess what?
They weren't calluses.
No No No...
I found out that I had apparently become a witch... on my left foot. Because what I thought were calluses were actually WARTS..omgosh omgosh omgosh...please don't think I'm unclean. I swear I am NOT. But I seriously had A LOT. And I will just leave it at that.
Being the self proclaimed whimp that I am, and because of the amount of shots and lasering that my foot would endure, I had to go to a hospital and literally be put to sleep. (Me likey that part.)
Aaaaaaaanyway, I was down and out on crutches most of the weekend, and when I wasn't I was limping around pathetically. My husband is so glad he won't have to hear about my wart issues anymore. Trust me, he would have flown me to Europe to have the procedure done if that was the only place they offered it. He was more over it than I was. Btw, he was a wonderful nursemaid to me all weekend...and many of my so called friends brought me ice cream, food, and of course cupcakes...even though I insisted no one do that. Cuz all it did was worsen the fact that I wasn't moving at all, and consuming gross amounts of calories on top of it. But I felt loved. And that's all that matters.
That, and a wart free, albeit "hole-y" foot.
Enjoy the squash...