Harvest Time

When I was a kid my father would warn me about the hazards of living where we did. Whenever he would park the car downtown he would remind me to lock the doors. In the community where we lived, if your car was found unlocked and unattended you ran the risk of finding a grocery bag of zucchini when you returned.

This past week our next door neighbor knocked on the front door. Pumpkin answered to find our neighbor with a bunch of home grown produce. She only has a few plants on the side of her house, but it appears she underestimated the power of zucchini.

Pumpkin didn't know what to do with the zucchini. It was the size of a gallon of milk. I suggested she bake zucchini bread. She had not heard of such a thing. It appears that the Philippine diet does not include baked goods containing vegetables. Let's put this in perspective. This is the same culture that values bean and cheese ice cream. No kidding.

So, she looked up the recipe and baked two loaves of zucchini bread and a zucchini bundt cake. All of this is working out great for me. I get my vegetables and my sweets at the same time.

All this multicultural stuff seems to be a good thing.