Squash Squash and more Squash

Since moving to the countryside our domestic duties have accidentally become more clearly defined.
George tends to the garden, I tend to our son, George plants vegetables, I plant flowers. George washes the car, I wash the clothes. George leaves the toilet seat up, I leave it down. George empties the bins, I empty his wallet and so on. Our relationship works in perfect harmony.

Many months ago we embarked upon a new venture of growing our own vegetables, I was in my element making purees for Joshua as part of weaning him onto solids. Butternut Squash was definitely a favourite.
Over-excited I asked George to plant many a squash seed to accommodate Joshua's appetite and enjoyment of this vegetable. Reluctantly and against his better judgement George built a special structure to house purely Butternut Squash. With the recent mixture of sunshine and rain the Squash seemed to have taken over and we now have an abundance of them.

I haven't had the heart to tell George that in such a short space of time Joshua has progressed to other foods and his interest in Squash has somewhat waned. Perhaps we may have to donate some to the schools' harvest festival or I will need to produce some very appetising recipes that include Butternut Squash to keep George happy during the autumn months. Suggestions?