The very first zucchini I have ever grown. Ta-da! A strange thing, this. I have been scratching around in the dirt for a very long time, but I grew flowers, not food. Whatever in this world was wrong with me? I have developed this odd fascination for my little vegetable plot; I eye it daily, sometimes more than once. I'm proud of the thing, like I would be of a very fine foal. If I were able I would write a sonnet about my Zucchini, oh my! I believe I am addled. Or my life truly has become incredibly boring. Truth is, it's probably both.
I am a fan of the zucchini. It is so versatile; cook with it, bake with it, it is delicious. Wouldn't you know, I have this very fine specimen of green tasty produce and I am unable to do anything with it because of my useless arm. My attempt at food preparation Tuesday evening was laughable, unless it's happening to you, so I'm not doing that again! Ah well, it should hold. My two plants are teeming with little green wonders, so I will be in zucchini heaven for the remainder of the summer.
OK, I know it's plainly evident I am bored beyond distraction. But you never know, a zucchini could very well bring me joy even if my arm were not in a cast and sling and hurting. When I start writing about glorious lettuce or magnificent carrots it will be clear I have completely lost my mind to the effects of boredom, or that I miscounted the pain medicine!
You do have to admit, it is a lovely zucchini.