Ding dong. Ding dong. I thought it was the mailman.
Anyone want 6 pounds of assorted summer squash and zucchini? We’ve eaten three pounds and sent another two home with an unsuspecting friend.
And I think the neighbor will be back. Because you see, his wife was concerned about not having any squash this year. She planted three plants last year and two died early because of the heavy summer rains. So this year she planted three each of four kinds. And they all throve.
I may break down and get one of those gizmos that lets you make pasta-like squash bits. Because the freezer is overflowing, there’s a limit to how much bread I can make, even Mom the veggie-lover gets tired of squash-n-onions or succotash every night, and the other neighbors have gone into hiding. And two of my co-workers and some parents are bringing spare squash to the school already.