Lola is completely motivated by food.
Cooper is motivated by toys and the outside world.
Lola is never satisfied with her portions.
Cooper sometimes turns food down.
Lola does not often get caught up on counters.
Cooper is often told to get down.
Lola had a full belly when we got home.
Cooper had a normal belly when we got home.
Lola had green stuff around her mouth.
Cooper's mouth was normal and smelly.
Lola can be quite vindictive.
Cooper is not that clever.
Judgement: It was Lola who got on the counter and ate at the side of the zucchini!
But Jim, you ask, what happened to the zucchini AFTER all that? It went into the fridge and didn't want to fit. We had to clear an entire shelf to fit it inside. After two days, I thought I really must do something with it before it goes bad. First I cut off the gnawed on bits, then I got out the food processor and began to grate, testing the limits of my Cuisinart. After grating all I could, I morphed into a mad scientist measuring, sifting, and creating certain chaos in the kitchen.
Lyle had come home earlier with a headache and gone to bed. I grated and cooked, grated and cooked, spilled a bunch then grated and cooked. I used up all the flour in the house and was forced to access the backstock. Next went all the sugar, all the canola oil, all the cocoa powder and all the milk chocolate, white chocolate and butterscotch chips we had in the house. There was no backstock on these items, sadly that is what finally forced me to stop. I left behind 4 eggs. I used up every cake pan I could find in the house.
I cleaned up the kitchen. Stacked all my baking on the stove and counter near the stove. Fed the dogs and sent them out to potty. Checking my watch I was now going to be 5 minutes late for the gym.
I told Lyle I was headed out to the gym and there was a gate across the kitchen door. "No dogs in the kitchen," I told him, "I didn't have time to bake the cakes. I'll do it when I get home."
I thought he might stay in bed, but while at the gym I received this text message from Lyle,
"Are you INSANE?"
Ah-ha, he had made it to the kitchen.
So from giant gnawed on zucchini I was able to create all this:
I sent three cakes away in the morning. One even went to our gracious patron saint of zucchini, Farmer Dean.
Oh, and just in case you were wondering about the tomatoes, here are a few layered with buffalo mozzarella, sprinkled with red Hawaiian sea salt, a drizzle of olive oil then topped with basil.