Tiny patti-pan squash are hiding in the leaves. They look like the torch on the statue of Liberty when they still have their flower heads on.
Fresh cabbage has already shown up in two varieties of slaw salad as well as a stir fry with lo mein noodles.
The kale is a little past prime but the beautiful green, red and bluish leaves are too pretty to tear down quite yet.
The real clinker showed up in the kitchen last night. I knew there was a zucchini that was starting to get large. I should have picked it a day earlier since they have a tendency to turn into baseball bats in a day. When we brought it into the house the immediate thought was zucchini bread. That's the only proper ending for a nice big zuke.
After searching the recipe box with 30 years worth of memories, the tiny little piece of paper with Agnes' recipe surfaced. Like every recipe I have from her, it's written in her impossibly tiny little script. When the cancer got in her brain, one of the most notable changes initially was in her hand writing. It had been so perfect and small and then all of the sudden signatures and sentences started swooping uphill to the right like birds taking flight. We didn't know if she could see the difference and no one was about to say a thing.
It only took that one little piece of paper and those tiny little letters to remember an old kitchen in a rented farm house......... the many years of working on this house..... and all the picnics in the back yard with the now gone dogs. Too many memories and so many tears in a zucchini bread recipe.
