Cucumbers are very good for
me.
You see, our favorite
neighborhood intentional community was having a fortieth anniversary
party Saturday. Even though I like all of the members
individually, parties just aren't my thing, and I wasn't planning on
going.
But I had all these
cucumbers....
Bradley finally accepted
another bagful Wednesday. But even with me and Mark eating their
fruits every day, the plants had accumulated another couple of dozen
cucumbers by Saturday and we don't plan to see Bradley again until at
least Monday.
The easiest solution
seemed to be to simply cut those cucumbers up and bring them to the
potluck. I couldn't fit all of them in the biggest bowl we own,
so I also snuck a bagful of whole cucumbers in and left them on the
potluck table when we went home. Hopefully it'll be like a boxful
of cute kittens --- they'll all find new homes.
So, the upshot is, our
copious cucumbers dragged me to that party, which is why I think
they're good for my health. Oh, and eating them's good too.