friday feast: Z is for zucchini


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Quack!

It’s August, unbearably HOT, and I must confess something.

I miss running from zucchini.

Once upon a time, when we lived at our old house and Len had his famous vegetable garden, there’d always come a time when monster zucchini would appear out of nowhere and chase us around the back yard.

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