It's crunch time.
(Ha, ha. I just cracked myself up. Unintended pun.)
The cucumbers are getting unruly, and need to be eaten or else caged and smacked with a whip. I choose eat.
In our case, with the robust harvest for a mere two people, the eating needs to be a little cucumber-intensive. Tonight we are having a grated cucumber soup made with onion, sour cream and buttermilk, seasoned with habanero powder and salt. Not a good photo op, but a grate (great) dish. Bowl.
Yesterday we decorated halves of cukes with local wild smoked salmon, dablets of local goat cheese, and Italian capers. Much better photo op.
It was like... sushi!