A family friend gifted us a seed pack about 1976. Kid-me was living with depression-era squash eaters and was fairly skeptical it would be edible (especially after the broken promise that was baked, sugared acorn squash).

Come late summer the notion of eating weird food was too much to resist. We all adored it and wound up growing it every year afterward. It was and remains the only squash I'd ever knowingly eat.