Day 3 - Travelogue

They are a strange people, these Canadians. Apparently one of the few things to grow reliably on the Canadian Shield is zucchini. The soil is fertile, but the growing season is short - and it seems, as a result - that there is a remarkable surplus of a plant whose produce nobody actually wants.

In fact, people bearing zucchini travel stealthily to next door neighbors' houses, like door-to-door evangelists bearing the good news of a bountiful harvest, which they are more than welcome to partake of. And like in dealing with unwanted evangelists, many Canadians actually knowingly hide from the front door bell, being too poiite to tell the neighbor to take a hike, but not polite enough to unfailingly answer the door, mostly because they already have a giant surplus of zucchini they're trying to pawn off on others, themselves.

The workplace becomes invaded by people bringing these green cylinders of mock-cucumber in. "Please take one", in the lunch room, if not people going outright cublicle to cubicle handing them out to co-workers. Breakrooms are also choked with baked goods made from said zucchini.

That's right - there's also a steady trade in recipes for zucchini loaves, stuffed zucchini, baked zucchini, zucchini bread, zucchini cake, all of which are traded and prized based on how well they meet two criteria: how well they get rid of large amounts of zucchini, and how much of the taste of zucchini the recipe gets rid of. In fact, should someone ever come up with a way of turning zucchini into biodiesel, the Great Canadian Zucchini Crisis is solved.

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