It’s time for Karen’s Killer Fixin’s! Over the years, I’ve filled two 4-inch, 3-ring binders with my own creations as well as recipes my family and friends were willing to share with me. I simply love to cook and want to share that love with my readers. So every Friday, I share one recipe I think you and your family might enjoy. It might be a main course recipe. A cookie or baked item. Candy. Salads. Whatever strikes my eye and fancy…which today is BAKED SPAGHETTI SQUASH!
I know this is a simple recipe but so many don’t realize how easy it is to cook spaghetti squash. It’s the right time of year to share this recipe, too, because of the availability and price. If you’re aiming to make healthier foods, you can use it as a base for spaghetti sauce instead of using pasta. I prefer to cook it up and slather it with butter and brown sugar. Not as healthy but yummy. 🙂
I hope you enjoy today’s Killer Fixin’s. Happy eating!
Karen
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BAKED SPAGHETTI SQUASH
2 lbs. Spaghetti squash, halved lengthwise and seeded
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place squash, cut side down, in baking dish. Add ½ water. Bake 40-45 minutes or until squash is tender. Remove squash and cool. Remove spaghetti-like strands by scraping with a fork.
Microwave Directions: Place squash, cut side down, in baking dish and add ¼ cup water. Cover dish with heavy-duty plastic wrap and make vent holes. Microwave on High 15 minutes, or @ 5 minutes per pound, until squash is tender.
Happy Eating!
This is exactly how I cook it, Karen, and it’s delicious with homemade spaghetti sauce or, as you say, slathered with butter and a drizzle of honey or brown sugar. As a tidbit for this blog, let me share with you an excerpt from my killer fantasy book about a superhero hair stylist: Timothie Hill and the Cloak of Power!
“Wow, Timothie Hill, I love the purple spikes.” The old woman perched on the silver chair while her stylist twirled his hands through her lavender hair. She settled the salon’s cape around her erect shoulders.
“Why don’t you try this, luv?” he asked and spun on one shiny black boot, the silver buckles sparkling in the sun that poured like honey through the spacious windows of his salon.
“What, be young again?” The old woman placed a finger on the left side of her nose and smiled.
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Far away, across the city, Timothie’s old friend and current nemesis hunched over a pentagram carved into the floor tiles of his condo penthouse. Something sloshed in the basin by his elbow. New York seemed a memory and only Edmonton was real, the gateway to Hell. Reginald chuckled. Thick clots of blood and smoke combined to choke the stocky blond man who peered into the eyes of the summoned apparition, Bael, the head of sixty-six legions of demons in Hell, who granted invisibility to his minions on earth. Reginald’s lip curled below his blond mustache. He poured the unholy water into the midst of the pentagram. Bael roared and flowed clockwise down the drain set into the blue tiles and the symbols that had summoned him. It was not his time.
Fun, Kenna! Thanks for sharing. I’m looking forward to when the book comes out so we can schedule a blog for you to share it with us.
Thanks!
That was the first draft, to show a writer’s angst. This is how the edited version will appear:
“Wow, Timothie Hill, I love the purple spikes.” The old woman perched on the silver chair while her stylist twirled his hands through her lavender hair. She settled the salon’s cape around her shoulders.
“Why don’t you try this, luv?” he asked and spun on one shiny black boot, the silver buckles sparkling in the sun that poured like honey through the spacious windows of his salon. “I can put you under the dryer, and the color will last longer. Then style your hair like this and this – that’s right. Come with me. Magazine? Coffee? Is the music too loud for you?”
“What, I’ll look young again?” The old woman pulled at her left earlobe and smiled. She strode to the dryer and settled herself under the hood. Timothie brought her black coffee. The roar of the dryer drowned out the sound of Jann Arden singing “Under June.”
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Far away, across the city, Timothie’s old friend and current nemesis hunched over a pentagram carved into the floor tiles of his condo penthouse. Something sloshed in the basin by his elbow. New York, where he’d last worked in advertising, seemed a memory. Only Edmonton was real, the gateway to Hell.
Reginald chuckled. New York hadn’t worked out. They’d hated him there, as his company in Edmonton hated him until he’d promised to make them billions with an invention from the dark side. TopStrategy Marketing didn’t know they were dealing with the dark side. They didn’t care to know.
Thick clots of blood and smoke combined to choke the stocky blond man who peered into the eyes of the summoned apparition. Bael, the head of sixty-six legions of demons in Hell, intermittently granted invisibility to his minions on earth. Reginald’s lip curled below his blond mustache. He seldom made use of invisibility. Surely, there were other, more potent, superpowers denied to him.
He poured the holy water into the middle of the pentagram. Bael roared and flowed clockwise down the drain set into the blue tiles and the symbols that had summoned him. It was not yet the demon’s time to make his presence known to Earth.
Love the edited version even better. 🙂
Spaghetti squash has long been a favorite of mine. I, too, cook it this way. Not being fond of too sweet, I just smoosh butter in mine.
Thanks, Karen!
That works, too, Kathleen. Sometimes I also throw on some toasted pecans.
Looks good for people who like Squash
Thanks for sharing
Thanks for the squash recipe. I like spaghetti squash but I always cook it too long and it get mushy instead of strands. Oh well, try again.