Thursday, August 2, 2012

The tip of the ice berg

It's August. And you know what that means?

In Bermtopia, it means anyone with a shred of sense is rolling up windows and locking car doors, latching screen doors, sealing mail boxes, checking unexpected UPS deliveries, and instituting mandatory purse and backpack searches at the front door. This just may be a rumor, but I've heard SOME Bermtopians have deployed armed security guards to patrol their property at night.

Yes, it's the official start of the summer squash season.

This is just the tip of the proverbial squash berg. And two are sitting on my kitchen counter. I gave away a third cousin to a pair of unsuspecting new neighbors who moved in across the street this weekend while we were away Viva Las Vegas-ing.

Do I feel any remorse about this sneaky move? Not one bit.

It's what we do here in Bermtopia during the summer squash season: We think of any number of nefarious ways to unload our summer squash and zucchini, which can approach the size of artillery tanks, on our neighbors, co-workers and friends. It should be an Olympic sport.

It starts out innocently enough. A little zucchini bread here, a summer squash gratin there. Ratatouille, sauteed squash with garlic, baked stuffed squash. And then it slowly dawns on you that you can't possibly consume all the squash that is hurling itself out of your garden.

I have one summer squash plant. It's shooting squash blossom out like bumpers on a Ford Fiesta assembly line in Detroit. It is mathematically impossible to address all that squash.

So let the games begin: Slipping a few baby squash in a bag of lettuce presented to my friend and workplace partner in crime, sporter over at Slow Read to Sunburn (you might notice a familiar face if you stop by today; it's me, the Queen and Supreme Goddess! I look like I'm saying, "Just buy their damn book in October, okay?") . . . the aforementioned "neighborly" hand-offs. . . leaving anonymous piles in the office break room with a sign reading "Looking for a good home."

It quickly disintegrates from there, ending in the late fall with frantic midnight deposits on neighbors' front porches -- and in the suitcases of innocent out-of-town guests.

You have been warned. It is a dangerous time in Bermtopia. . . it's summer squash season.
The End.


  1. Why did I think this would be about lettuces?

  2. That is so funny! Tomatoes are much easier to give away - but I can see how squash may become an issue. Good luck unloading them this year!

  3. LOL! I wish I was closer, I'd love to take some off your hands! I just paid a ridiculous amount for some at the local farmer's market! But it sure was delicious!

  4. Has anyone studied just why you backyard gardners insist on over planting squash (and zukes)? Keep 'em coming. Just not the ones bigger than my fridge.
    slowreadtoasunburn, buy my damn book, sporter.

  5. so true, so true. our neighbor donated 400+ pounds of zucs and summer squash to 2nd Harvest early this week.