Yesterday, a shoe box full of tomatoes arrived. My mother-in-law has a vegetable garden, and almost every year she sends us a produce surprise in the mail (she lives in Illinois).

“These are the last of my tomato crop,” was written on the note inside the package. The tomatoes were a variety of colors, most of them green. I’m thinking fried green tomatoes for dinner.

Last year we got a box of cucumbers. I made cucumber yogurt dressing. Sliced them on sandwiches. Tossed them in bean salads and lettuce salads, or we just ate them sliced up in a bowl, with Rice Wine Vinegar, salt and pepper. Yum! I can eat them that way in one sitting, like eating a bag of potato chips—you can’t just eat one. But afterwards I’m burping vinegar all day—how nice.

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The year before that it was a big box of squash—zucchini and yellow. I made beef zucchini casserole. I also sautéed, grilled, and roasted them. But my all-time favorite is zucchini nut bread (like banana nut bread, minus the bananas). Not to toot my own horn, but I love my zucchini bread—Toot, toot!

I’ve had other people’s zucchini bread, and had the grocery and bakery versions, but none of them compared to mine. Usually, others are either too sweet, too moist/soggy, or too bland (not enough salt).  But mine is just heavenly to me. Or maybe I’m strictly biased, or I just love the way the house smells after it bakes. Nevertheless, you can slice that baby up and spread some peanut butter on it, or slap it in a bowl with scoops of Butter Pecan ice cream and caramel sauce. Ooh la la! Or just eat it plain with a glass of milk. I’ve done them all.

Anyhoo, I’ve said all that to say this; relationships with your in-laws can be awkward, challenging, and unpredictable at times, but when those boxes of produce arrive at my door, I’m very appreciative of my mother-in-law’s thoughtfulness. Especially since we never ask for vegetables, they just magically arrive.