Needless to say, determination does not count for much. Here is what Hubby found this morning. . . one that got away, the clever little demon . . . lurking sneakily in the camouflage of its mother-ship.
So now the question is: compost or bread? Maybe I will become a kitchen chemist with the aid of baking powder, cinnamon, flour, eggs and milk to transform this overgrown surprise into a delectable dish. It’s in the 60s today, at this writing, after a record-breaking 103 degrees on Wednesday, so warming up the kitchen for an hour shouldn't be too painful.
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I nearly gag when someone proudly gives me the biggest zucchini from their garden. When they are just out of sight I immediately I dump it in the garbage can. However, if given me zucchini blossoms I will swoon with delight. They are simply heavenly stuffed with goat cheese, basil and dipped in egg batter and gently fried.
Good luck making zucchini bread - another lovely way of disguising it.
Lucy
This is a comment about the bicycle story, which inexplicably I can't get to post my comment. So if you want to get serious about bicycling, especially tandem biking, start by reading Seattle author sixty-something-year-old Mona Lee's book "Humbler than Dust" about tandem biking with her husband through Indian villages. It is an amazing adventure.
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