Two weeks after the hailstorm. Despite torn holes in the leaves, pock marks on the fruit, and a sort of powdery mildew, the zucchini are still growing strong and remain the undisputed queens of the garden. First it was nothing but blossoms, of which the males were immediately snapped up and stuffed with ricotta and set under the broiler or slipped into the frying pan. Now it is a whole lot of zukes in risotto, with pasta, on the grill, in soups, and I'm like, enough already!
Sadly, I don't think the cucumber plant is going to make it. With the hail and then the doxie sneaking a nibble or two on the stems and leaves, I'm all out of hope for a possible audition in another episode of Grocery Store Wars.