Ode to That Zucchini

There was that zucchini again. Sitting so lonely along side the road with that free sign. A perfectly good piece of fruit, though tainted by that awful stigma. Quickly in my married life I learned not to ever darken our family's home with a zucchini. At some point in my husbands upbringing he and his siblings were forced to eat an entire overgrown crop of zucchini from the family's garden. It gave him nightmares. He hates zucchini.

Again, I passed that zucchini, day after day, no one picks him up. The motherly heart in me can't stand it. I called my husband(as the good wife I am) and told him my plight. He agreed if I never cooked it in his sight or disguised it in his meal he would pick it up for me on his way home! I did it! I rescued the zucchini! Now...what shall I do with it. Well we could....

use it as a door stop.

Carve a face in it and it cuddles quite nicely in my 5 yr olds arms. The really sad part is she cried when I took it away. Shhhh...she doesn't know she is getting a beautiful new baby doll for her birthday on Saturday or I probably would have let her sleep with the dog gone thing.

Add a paint stirrer and you have a teeter totter for the Fisher Price Little People, hours of fun.

It doubles as a Fisher Price Little People Catapult.

A bath tub plug. Seals mighty nice, too.

A weapon. Fear this zucchini.

The newest in facials, 2009. Who needs cucumbers when they can have ZUCCHINI!

Friszini? Zucchiby? Git it before the dog or he eats it.

Last but not least. 5 pints of Zucchini Relish. My choice. MMmmmm....