OK, if no one else is going to ask, I will....
WHY???
Background:
Growing up, my father's pride and joy was how he could grow squash. His garden would crank out the squash by the sack full and the only thing that seemed to grow well.
For YEARS, my father forced this vile form of vegetable matter down our gullets. Even a HINT of a complaint from us would be immediately interpreted as an insult to my Father's farming abilities and therefore, an insult to my father directly. Such complaints would be dealt with in a swift and painful form of corporal punishment (keep in mind that, unlike today, my Father BELIEVED in spanking kids when they misbehaved).
The very thought of this disgusting veg being turned into wine makes me, well, ...
On the other hand, it's got to be better than Welch's.....
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