It's like babysitting or having pets...except with killing things.

It is officially August and in farmville, the veggie slaughter is in full force. The onslaught of overabundance was gradually making itself apparent, most notably with the zucchini which had taken a "Little Shop of Horrors" before we knew it.

But today, we could no longer contain the encroaching demands of culinary diligence and crop distribution that had been at the flow of maintenance equal to that of changing diapers or walking a pet.

After an afternoon of picking tomatoes that could not wait for harvest day, we found ourselves back in the hoop house gathering another 7 boxes of sly blush-bottomed juicers that had been cleverly camouflaged beside their even more fiery peers.

We are in the process of pulling a bed of beets and carrots that are bursting with both bulging beauties and bulging damage marks.


And then there are the squash.

It has become an obligatory routine to bake at least one loaf of zucchini bread per day.

These are the extra after CSA and Business orders were packed

There is now talk of tomato maiming and after three and a half hours of carrot-washing, experimental hummus contemplations have gone into effect.

This is why only one hour ago, at ten PM, I concluded a kitchen session that resulted in a one-gallon mason jar of some odd, newfangled Zucchini-tahini dip, two mason jars of pickled beets and extra of each crop to continue brainstorming with.

Who needs a dog or kids to keep busy?