tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242907651770183391.post3464273740559572490..comments2023-04-10T05:28:42.302-04:00Comments on CLEAN GREEN CUISINE: Zucchini TimeGretchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730744748834200892noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242907651770183391.post-57493808060361587232009-06-25T17:34:07.956-04:002009-06-25T17:34:07.956-04:00There were no Fraggles when I was that young so ra...There were no Fraggles when I was that young so radishes are no more than a cruel joke to me. I wanted to be a a triceratops.sethhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triceratopsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242907651770183391.post-32445885729264547042009-06-25T08:35:52.203-04:002009-06-25T08:35:52.203-04:00A radish would definitely be a surprise when you w...A radish would definitely be a surprise when you were expecting a strawberry. But as a child, I loved radishes because fraggles ate them and I wanted to be a fraggle. I still do, actually.Gretchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03730744748834200892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242907651770183391.post-42558100927503529742009-06-24T21:46:29.358-04:002009-06-24T21:46:29.358-04:00I don't think I've ever had zucchini - unl...I don't think I've ever had zucchini - unless it was one of those times when it tricked me into thinking it was a cucumber. A very nasty thing for the zucchini to do. It's almost as bad as an ex-gf saying I'm an inch shorter than I already am - and a jerk to boot.<br />My neighbor has had an abundance of lettuce. I was crouched down in my front yard trying to rid my big mailbox of a beehive and when I turned my head upwards, he was standing there with two fistfuls of lettuce saying "Here." (He said "here," the lettuce didn't. The lettuce said "how are ya?") If what you say about a plague of zucchini coming our way, I should keep my eyes open in case my neighbor launches a bushel from across the street. I'm sure they have a catapult over there behind the grape vines.<br />When I was a little kid, I used to get up from the supper table to get something that was forgotten in the refrigerator (milk, condiments, etc.). With the door open, I was hidden from my parents eyes and I would snatch a strawberry or two and shove them in my mouth to eat on my way back to my seat. Apparently, one day, I was dim-witted enough to fall for the ol' "swap the bowl of strawberries with a bowl of radishes." That's a very nasty thing to do too, I'll have you know. I cried.sethnoreply@blogger.com