I snatched one large fruit from the front garden, cut it into thick sticks (without the seeds), coated the sticks in a bit of seasoned flour and dropped them into very hot oil. When my squash fries were golden brown I served them alongside one of James' favorites -- sliders made with Hearst ranch ground beef.
"This is a cruel joke," James said as he bit into one of his dinner "fries" expecting potatoes. "I mean they're good, but they're not potatoes."
Maybe tomorrow, Honey.