The aforementioned one about the squash....

The Husby returned night before last from a training class so in celebration of his return I not only fired up the grill for barbecued chicken, but I cooked up some fried squash, ala Great Mom. I usually never deviate from the required margarine, but I didn't have any so I fried it in butter! And this time I splashed a little buttermilk over the squash, Walla Walla Sweet onions and fresh from the farmer's market bell peppers. Then I liberally salted and peppered it, then coated it with the cornmeal and flour. Here's the result. It was real goooood. Confession time: my gallbladder is still squeaking about it, but what to do? You only live once, right? Oh, and just for the record all you butternut squash lovers out there: this is a thousand times better.