For years I have reluctantly taken bags and bushels of over-produced tomatoes, squash, zucchini, cucumbers, corn, gourds, and various melons and assorted garden by-products from my neighbors and friends who happily planted a garden in the early Spring — albeit without a plan — all giddy with the thoughts of fresh vegetables at their table. I took their bags of vegetables and assorted garden crap party out of guilt, partly to be nice but mostly to get them to stop talking about how wonderful their gardens were and how they didn’t expect so much stuff (apparently gardeners forget about last year’s harvest.)
Not anymore. I’m done. Go peddle your fibrous crap to someone else.