He was an odd fellow, even as a youngster, keeping mostly to himself. His hard exterior meant no one really got close to truly knowing who or even what he was. But we all knew deep inside he was a big softy. Due to his strange looks he never quite fitted in with the other zucchinis and was cruelly tormented. I remember holding him tight one day as he cried his eyes out after some bully had said "Your head is so big it has it's own weather system." Funny but mean. But he was much loved by his family and close blog friends. Which is why I find it so inconceivable that someone could have murdered and eaten him, particularly roasted with a sprig of rosemary.
I think I say this form all of us when I say... Your uniqueness touched us all and brought laughter and joy to our hearts. Rest in piece Mr Zucchini.
As you can see he looked more like a pumpkin inside but tasted bland and slightly bitter like a zucchini.
The other day while in the garden I stumbled upon his lost name tag and here it is:
So a big congratulations, and as promised a virtual star, goes to... Greenfumb and Peggy. I would check out them and their blogs, they obviously know a thing or two about gardening.