Zucchini, am I right? It has a reputation as the tribble of the vegetable patch – reproducing at such a rapid pace that if you so much as blink an eye, you’ll be buried up to your armpits. This summer in our house it was actually tomatoes and peppers that went on into infinity, but that’s another story for another time.
Anyway, zucchini. I must admit, I’m not really a fan of summer squashes. I have a fierce love of autumn squashes, but not so much the summer varieties. So of course, we received a fair amount from our farm share this year. For the most part we were able to foist them off on other people (hi Mom!). We actually hit the point where we thought we had avoided them successfully for the entire summer…but we were wrong. The end of summer finds us at the farm, listening in terror as our farmer says “here’s some zucchini that we had overlooked in the field, they’ve grown a bit larger than normal.” And then she hands us the world’s largest zucchini. Huge. Enormous. Gigantic. Seriously, this thing is a freaking zucchini zeppelin, I am not joking.
Now, if you want to stay in your farmer’s good graces, you never, NEVER scrunch up your nose and saw ‘ewwww’ when they hand you something that they grew, even if it’s something you’ve disliked forever. Nope, the correct response is to accept it graciously, and then go home and figure out what the hell to do with the damn thing. Read the rest of this entry ?