The Zucchini Queen!!!

It’s zucchini season! I wonder sometimes why I even bother to plant the stuff. I like zucchini. The first time I have it anyway. But day after day, after day…..well, let’s just say, it gets old really fast!

Tonight I made stuffed zucchini boats. They came out well and Hubby seemed to enjoy them, but all I could think of was that this is only the beginning.

In the past I used to make a lot of zucchini bread, muffins, starchy things, things that are now forbidden to me on my quest for smaller thighs.

As we sat eating tonight Hubby also reminded me that in a few days our purple string beans will be ready to eat. We have a lot of those! I like purple string beans, perhaps more than I like zucchini.

Let me share with you a true story about me and my very first attempts at gardening and perhaps the reason why zucchini is no longer my favorite vegetable.

I was a new bride to Hubby and I had moved into his farm in Southern New Hampshire. That spring I looked out and mentioned that it had always been a dream of mine to have a garden. Hubby was so sweet. He went right out and plowed the garden for me. Then we went and bought the seeds for the garden. Oh I just new I was going to be the very best little gardener ever!

That evening Hubby was preparing to go to work as a pilot, and he remarked that this was the weekend to plant the garden.

Terror filled me! I had no idea what I was supposed to do. However, I was stubborn and determined to succeed, so the next day after I said good bye to Hubby, I stood in my garden and tried to think.

I remembered all those movies where the people dug trenches, scattered the seeds and covered them. Surely that was all there was to it!

Carefully I laid out my row after row after row of vegetables. Using up the very last seed in every package.

For those of you who know, you are probably guessing the outcome with some laughter. For those of you who have never gardened, I will tell you the result.

I had more zucchini than the local grocery store. I sent it into work with Hubby until even he couldn’t find people to take it. I put out a small table on the side of the road with a sign, “FREE ZUCCHINI”! No one stopped.

I made muffins and bread and zucchini boats and stir fry, until I never wanted to see another zucchini!

Hubby didn’t say too much during the growing season to me about my inaugural garden. He ate everything I cooked and only later in the season did he suggest that perhaps I had planted too many zucchini seeds.

I try to plant 2 hills of zucchini now and still I find it hard to eat what we have, it makes looking back at that first garden pretty funny. Like something you might see Lucille Ball do on “I love Lucy”.