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The Ancient Festival of Overabundance

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    The Ancient Festival of Overabundance

    For those of us who spend significant portions of our time communing with the macro and micro ecology of a small section of our own personal dirt alter to mother nature, there is a particular annual festival that adopts a myriad of specific forms, yet, at heart, reflects the same basic spiritual concept.

    For the purposes of this specific discussion, I will refer to this festival, in all it's forms, as "The Ancient Festival of Overabundance" (TAFO).

    It the particular culture in which I was raised, this festival was generally referred to as "Oh s***, more f****** zucchini."

    Yeah kids, it's that time of year again. Over the past three days, I've already harvested over 15 lbs of zucchini and summer squash, and our friendly neighbors have given us an additional 5 lbs.


    Recipes obviously appreciated.
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    Re: The Ancient Festival of Overabundance

    Grill those mofo's! Slice into 1/4" slices lengthwise, brush with olive oil and balsamic, grill on high heat til cooked/a little charred on the outside.


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      Re: The Ancient Festival of Overabundance

      We bake ours, usually with garlic paste. Slice, brush with oil, sometimes balsamic, salt, pepper, then bake at 400 for like 40 minutes.
      They moaned and squealed, and pressed their snouts to the earth. We are sorry, we are sorry.
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        Re: The Ancient Festival of Overabundance

        A ratatouille type dish always goes over well for us. And I love summer squash fried.
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