August 8th was Sneak Some Zucchini onto Your Neighbor's Porch Day. I couldn't wait. We grew zucchini this year, after a couple years' absence from our gardens, but for all the blooms we got, the bees and butterflies must have passed them over for pollination. No zucchini forthwith.
The illustrious zucchini holiday came and went and our porch was bare. All except for some tumbleweeds of Boo's black fluffy fur and a couple of spent flowers from the Passiflora. No zucchini on our porch. Okay, so only one of our five neighbors even has a garden and they didn't grow zucchini. Still, I left my car window open at church and no one threw any in there either.
I don't care for banana bread. Overly ripe bananas make the inside of my mouth hurt. (So do walnuts.) But I love love love zucchini bread and looked forward to having some of that zucchini that everyone is always pushing on me so I could make a few loaves and freeze some up for winter. I tried to plan ahead by planting my own, but the best laid plans obviously don't always work out.
Sooooo...sigh...I guess I shall go to the grocery store and do something I don't think I've ever done before in my life - buy a zucchini.
There's a first time for everything.