When I was a kid, Rachel lived in the house behind ours. One summer, her mom planted too many zucchinis, the classic garden story. By late summer, the zucchinis had grown massive from staying on the vine so long. Her mom picked the fruits and loaded them into Rachel’s red wagon, then sent us out, carting the wagon from door to door, trying to give the zucchinis away. Most people had the same problem we did and had no use for another zucchini. Some neighbors, trying to be nice and make conversation, asked if we were sisters. We lied and said yes. One old man seemed delighted to hear that we were giving away free zucchinis and took about four gigantic ones. I remember thinking, there is no way he is gonna use all those. But what do I know? Maybe he baked seventy-five loaves of zucchini bread and lived off of them all winter.