The professor came home last night after an evening run to check on our community garden box. His arms were filled with….zucchini. Like 6 or 7 or 8 large green courgettes. ‘More?’ I asked in a slightly dejected voice. Because he’d come back on Monday with another mini-armload of the same. And I’d already made a tomato-zucchini pasta dish for dinner, baked four dozen zucchini muffins and placed ziploc bags of shredded zucchini in my freezer.
How much more zucchini could a girl use?
I asked the professor if there would be another bountiful harvest in the near future. He looked at me with large, slightly horrified eyes. ‘There’s, like, 20 of them [still clinging to the plants for life.]’
Not what I wanted to hear.
‘We’re the zucchini kings!’ the Gort crowed at the sight of the [many] shiny green things.
‘Yes,’ I smiled feebly.