I drove home last night through thunder and lightning and dire weather warnings but the only damage I suffered was a thorough drenching while dashing the short distance from the car to the house. What a storm! This morning the only sign was a garden too wet to allow weeding, but that didn't stop me from picking the first squash of the season--eight ripe succulent zucchinis. We enjoyed some fried zucchini with our meatloaf tonight, but soon we'll be so deluged we won't know what to do with them, and they don't sell particularly well at the Farmers' Market because when we have zucchini, everyone else has it too. We still have a few packages of last year's zucchini in the freezer ready to be made into quiche, but why use frozen zucchini when we can pick it fresh?
It's a wonder the world doesn't drown under the annual deluge of zucchini.