the zucchini crisis has been downgraded

All week, I struggled to keep up with produce.  It's not exactly that we're swimming in tomatoes (not at all, yet); more of an battle of motivation and other parts-of-life-busyness. There's been some pickling, canning, baking, and some great meals, but still a feeling like I wasn't keeping up.

no matter how busy I feel, I am never as busy as these guys...

And all week, I kept thinking if I could JUST MAKE ZUCCHINI BREAD, it would somehow indicate that I was catching up, and in that way would SAVE THE WORLD.  But it never happened.  Zucchini bread is just never a priority, no matter what you tell yourself.

Did I mention the 20 pounds of grapes from the neighbor's vines?

So today, I tackled the nagging chores in my head, the ones that appear first thing in the morning when you hit the alarm clock and try to doze for another 7 minutes.  I picked the greens that need picking in the wee hours before it gets hot.  I made yogurt, scraping the last 2 tablespoons from the old jar for the new batch (as always just-in-time production, sigh).  Pizza dough was prepped for dinner; dishes were done, scum was skimmed from the pickle crocks;  I cleaned the damn house.  I picked more tomatoes and cucumbers.  I purged the fridge of old leftovers, and composted last year's horseradish roots that for some reason I kept saving in the chill drawer, despite their sad condition.  I did the semi-weekly countertop tomato prioritization, and started a batch of sauce with the most-ripe, and have a colander ready for the dehydrator later.

not-very-impressive but notable: my first batch of pressure canning!  Check that off the "things that I am afraid to do" list.

When all was said and done, the 4 zucchinis left in the fridge were the least of my worries, and I put off the bread for another day.  I'm sure there's a moral to this tale somewhere, if you find it, let me know!