La Zucca è Fragile
I admit to jealousy that this one does not belong to me.
A while ago, I was dishing up some oven veggies. I made them two days ago and the mix contained potatoes, celery, carrots, yellow squash and zucchini. Unsurprisingly, when I make such a vegetable mix in the oven, the potatoes and the carrots hold up considerably better upon multiple reheatings than the celery and squash do. So I said that we needed to eat the rest, because the squash was going to mush.
Shawna replied, “Well, the squash is fragile.”
Five word existential poetry on the spot. Impressive.
Go Shawna!
and your translation into the Italian made my day.
Italian is so damn sexy. I wish I had been exposed to it when I was young and not quite so slow to learn 😉
I’ve grown up with it and agree, it is so gosh darn sexy. It’s also funny when you hear an italian name, and it means something hilarious (eg. maruzza=slug, in one of the southern dialects).