“Holy Marrow!”
That’s what my mom said when she found this beast in our vegetable garden last night. Hiding under a pile of cucumber plant leaves was the marrow. My dad, who is English, always calls large zucchinis marrows. My mom complains about marrows and gives me grief for missing them during picking trips. However, given the size of this one, she also must have missed it when we picked cucumbers and zucchinis a few days ago. I think this one will be a candidate for freezing, given the size. In honor of marrows and the manner in which they are cooked in England, I have prepared zucchini boats for my husband that are stuffed with a saute of leftover taco meat, tomatoes, onions, basil, thyme, and garlic. Here’s to hoping this is the first and last marrow of the season.
