Kaukab's Lebanese Squash
Last week, while perusing the farmers’ market, I spotted some cute, minature-sized green squashes. The kind Kaukab relied on to make her tasty Lebanese-style stuffed squashlets. My daughter had a taste for some, just before I left for the market. So when I found these little jewels, I grabbed a bunch to take home and re-create a new childhood memory.
These aren’t always offered in grocery markets, unless it’s a Whole Foods kind of place. Generally, you’ll have to scour farmers’ markets or small, independent Asian or Middle Eastern shops. Sounds like a running theme, here, doesn’t it? I’m just the messenger.
Check out my recipe in the Table Menus section, if you’re so inclined. And, remember the pita bread.
My Market. I love you!
Had a very successful (with the exception of no honey–won’t be in season until mid-July) morning at the local farmer’s market.
I found all kinds of great produce. Check it out:
Loads of Beans!
Eggplant and peppers for roasting
Perfect for Fried Green Tomatoes!
Truckload of Locally-Grown Corn
My Local Farmer! He stands by his produce.
Once home, I laid out my bounty. Sure is pretty.
My Beautiful Bounty
Then I got roasting. Check out my eggplant and roasting how-to’s in the Menu section.
Today, I thought I’d introduce you to my muse; otherwise known as my mother. And, while she answers to several names–“Kay,” (her Americanized name, used by her American-born friends), “Kaukab,” (her given Lebanese name), and, of course, “Mom,” I can’t help but smile when I think back to the time of my childhood (this being one of the few good ones) when my younger cousin erased the final sounds of her name and replaced her given one with “Kow Kow.” For several years, a mind-picture of a cow was curiously attached to her name. Alas, my mother’s father raised sheep in the northern fields of her native land, Lebanon. No cows were ever seen.