Nothing is allowed to enter our mouths unless it is riding on a plank of pear, tomato or cucumber. Cowabunga. The zucchini will have to fend for themselves, being mostly grated and baked or souped (yum). Up next: eggplants. Oh, yeah.
I live a couple of miles from the Marin County Civic Center Farmers' Market, which feeds my little blogging hobby. Hell, it feeds me, too.
Formerly employed, I'm now a bum. Happy bum. Tomato ranchin' bum.
But I'm still mad.