Perhaps you recall this post where, at the end of the meme, I mentioned the name La-a and challenged you to pronounce it. As it turns out the name is pronounced LaDASHah. The friends who shared this tidbit with me are roughly as warped as I am. They and their children have a stated desire to acquire some sort of pet which they can then name La-a. Now, as a bit more background to this post they already have a 2 year old chihuahua and only encountered the odd name since dubbing the dog with a more conventional moniker. They also happen to be avid gardeners.
When I was out visiting them during the peak of zucchini season their respective parents were also visiting. The man's father is a chef who happens to despise zucchini. Every year my friend lets one zucchini in his garden reach gargantuan proportions so he can offer it to his zucchini hating father. I was there to witness the annual gifting of the monster squash. The father went on his annual tirade about the pointlessness and horror that is zucchini, which was now multiplied by a factor of 10 in the deadly weapon of a specimen now sitting before him.
Please understand when I describe the zucchini in question as a potentially deadly weapon I am not employing hyperbole. Had it fallen off the table and onto the dog there would have been tragic consequences because the thing clearly outweighed the dog. The heft of the zucchini made me wonder if it event outweighed an average full term infant. Upon checking, I found that the squash did in fact weigh just under 8 lbs. Diana was 7 1/2 lbs. at birth.
Since I am not averse to zucchini and I felt rather sad for the poor rejected squash I announced I would adopt it and name it La-a the Squasha. Allow me to introduce you to the newest member of the Lime family. Isn't she darling?
When I was out visiting them during the peak of zucchini season their respective parents were also visiting. The man's father is a chef who happens to despise zucchini. Every year my friend lets one zucchini in his garden reach gargantuan proportions so he can offer it to his zucchini hating father. I was there to witness the annual gifting of the monster squash. The father went on his annual tirade about the pointlessness and horror that is zucchini, which was now multiplied by a factor of 10 in the deadly weapon of a specimen now sitting before him.
Please understand when I describe the zucchini in question as a potentially deadly weapon I am not employing hyperbole. Had it fallen off the table and onto the dog there would have been tragic consequences because the thing clearly outweighed the dog. The heft of the zucchini made me wonder if it event outweighed an average full term infant. Upon checking, I found that the squash did in fact weigh just under 8 lbs. Diana was 7 1/2 lbs. at birth.
Since I am not averse to zucchini and I felt rather sad for the poor rejected squash I announced I would adopt it and name it La-a the Squasha. Allow me to introduce you to the newest member of the Lime family. Isn't she darling?
I gave her a nice cozy place to sleep for her nap.
I dressed her in the finest I had. Doesn't that tie dye just set off the green in her skin so beautifully?
But in spite of my original compassion, which moved me to give La-a the Squasha a home, my darker side began to emerge.
Oh, the horror!
The carnage endured by an innocent, unsuspecting zucchini! Look away!
What? A girl's gotta eat, doesn't she?
