Debra is an avid golfer. I am an avid vegetable gardener. So much so that I designed custom-made raised beds. I love to start from seeds, nurture them and then plant them in the spring. Then I just watch them grow! I have a tendency to overplant and as a result my garden becomes a jungle. To be honest, I have difficulty finding all the vegetables hidden under the tangled growth of leaves and vines. Last year as I was slashing through the garden with a machete I discovered a massive cucumber. I mean HUGE. Guinness Book of Records HUGE.
That weekend I attended a cookout that my friend, MB, was having to celebrate her Mom’s visit from Illinois. Her Mom’s a wonderful lady, has been married forever, and is a bit naïve. Well, as the party progressed and the wine flowed, I proceeded to tell my friends about the massive cucumber and without thinking blurted out that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to eat it or date it. MB’s mom howled with LAFFter.
This year, I again had a marvel of a cucumber, however it was shaped incredibly strange. Something like a giant dumbbell. I had to let MB’s mom know about it. Fortunately, the timing was great. MB had gone back to Illinois for a big family gathering: aunts, uncles, siblings, nieces, nephews, the whole gang. I picked that cucumber, went straight to Fed Ex, carefully wrapped it, and shipped it overnight from Atlanta to Illinois. It was a huge hit at the gathering. And MB’s Mom has the produce boy wondering why every time she passes the cucumbers she starts LAFFing.LAFF, in spite of everything!
Karen









