zucchini, zucchini

There is a zucchini. There are several zucchini on the counter. There are zucchini in the garden. Some of the zucchini do not belong because they came from another garden. I left one giant yellow zucchini as a gift on the table of my unofficial in-laws. Apparently, I was not very sneaky in doing so and upon leaving this place found 4 giant green zucchini in my car. A few days later I found giant zucchini in my garden. Those giant green zucchini do not belong. They were strategically placed when I was not looking.


Then, the zucchini war started. Not so much a war but a game. A game of zucchini left here and there such as in the back of a truck, on the runner of the truck, inside the barbecue, on the porch and lastly, upon a fence post.  This last was thought to be a dead cat from a distance when observed by he who had been zucchineed by me. But, alas, no, it was one of the very giant zucchini he had placed in my garden.

Zucchini is not just for games. Earlier in the season, I did cook some on the barbecue. Later in the season used them to make zucchini chocolate cake a few times. The kids refuse to eat the zucchini chocolate cake claiming they can tell it is in there. “There is zucchini in that cake” is stated as a warning.


About The Contemplatress

Outdoors, I enjoy gardening, hiking, biking, kayaking, wandering the beach and taking photographs. I admit to being a fair weather outdoorswoman most of the time. Indoors, I enjoy cooking as though I am on the food network. My favorite activity may be sitting in the sun reading a book. Probably with a beer. My liberal arts degree didn't help me acquire gainful employment so I became a practical nurse. Taking care of people who can't take care of themselves makes me thankful that I can.
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