Garden-sitting

I'm garden-sitting. . . a responsiblity that I take very seriously. Loveless #2 has entrusted me with his precious vegetable garden while he is on vacation. Don't even worry about a thing. . .it's all under control. Check out these cucumbers. WOW! Oh, their shape, amazing size, and overall perfection amaze even the most discerning gardener. Let's not forget that I spent countless summers in the Kesler's Garden Center advising Master Gardeners.
I like to bond with my produce. We're such good friends now that we've been through a watering together as well as a picking. I wonder how my new friend feels about pickling.
Forget pickling. . .I'm just going to dive right in! I can't quite decide what consumption technique to use. This method of cucumber sucking isn't the most satisfying--that's for sure.
Maybe I should start in the middle and eat it like an ear of corn.
Or perhaps the hotdog technique would be more satisfying.

Ry--thank you for the honor of being the first to partake of the fruits of your labor. This is one damn fine cucumber!