It has started. The dreaded zucchini (aka courgette to my UK readers) glut has begun in earnest.
It’s our own fault. Last year we only planted a few plants, and we had absolutely loads of the things. And so did almost everyone else around us. It got so bad that people would refuse to look you in the eye as you walked past, just in case you had a bag of zucchini to give them.
So what do we do this year? Yeah, you guessed it, we planted twice as many. It was an accident, honest! Well, ok, I guess not. I planted extra seeds, as we always do, just in case some died. You gotta be prepared for that, right? Well, as luck would have it, none died. And we didn’t have the heart to throw away the extra seedlings – the poor babies had worked so hard to grow big and strong, it would just be cruel, right?
Well, we are now officially well in with zucchini. We had them grilled last night, sliced thin and fried last week, and in a salad tonight. We have given away 4 already. We are now remembering that it doesn’t freeze well. We are now remembering that we don’t eat zucchini bread or cake because it’s fattening. We are now remembering that we don’t eat much zucchini.
From now on, neither one of us goes anywhere in the car without taking a few zucchini to give away!