Missing Musquée Found

This past September I posted about a supersized squash that we’ve grown in Rosslyn’s fruit and vegetable gardens before (but not recently) called Musquée de Provence. I shared a couple of photos taken on September 22, 2020 of a mottled green specimen still a month or more shy of ripening. Beautiful. Promising. But unripe. That narrative concluded with a hint of disappointment and a dash of hope for a future crop. A lingering loss, missing Musquée…

Recently I came across these photos of a mature Musquée de Provence squash that I snapped back on December 30, 2016 while butchering the behemoth. I no longer recall what I was concocting, but this homegrown beauty reminds me that it’s time to grow these beauties again. 

I no longer recollect where/how I stumbled across this unique specimen, the dark orange flesh of which promised a flavor profile described variously as moderately sweet, blending sweet potato and chestnut, with a spicy aroma. (Source: Musquée de Provence)

Poetry as a pumpkin! Missing Musquée found. If it feels like a lyric line longing for companions, I totally agree. I reread my old Musquée de Provence post, and the poetry is practically bursting out of the prose.

And yet my mind is muddled, intoxicated with the musky flavor and aroma, too intoxicated to weave words into mouthfuls of roasted decadence. Wordless. Humbled by a winter squash.