OUR GREAT ADVENTURE ACROSS NORTH AMERICA
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by Moonlight Skywriter (c) 2006
Fourteen years ago my husband and I went to Banff Canada to see some family members, before we arrived there, we stayed at our dear friends bed and breakfast in Kalispell.
Montana called The Brick Farm House, ( no longer a B&B any longer). They had grown large vegetables, and asked us if we would like to take home some zucchini and I said sure.
They piled our rental car with six of the biggest Zucchini I have ever seen. There was no room to put them all in our suit case, so my husband said, put some in the back seat.
I did not want to take the chance that they would disappear when we got to the Canadian border.
I wrapped one up in a blanket that I brought from home, that I take with me everywhere since I was five years old. Itís a raggedy old thing but It did the purpose.
I felt like Lucille Ball with the cheese on the plane. The Zucchini was 12 inches round big and fat, and about 2 foot long.
I wrapped it like a baby and my friend gave me a real baby bottle and said to me just place it on your arm and when you get to customs do not say anything.
The Border patrol stopped us, asked us some questions, and my husband was sweating his eyeballs out, of fear he was going to jail.
I said No you are not, Men are such scadity cats... We answered the right questions and then went to see our other dear friends in Banff.
The first thing he said We gotta get rid of them? I said Who? Those baby things? he exclaimed.
We gave my new friends the zucchini since my husband would not allow me to take them back over to Montana again. He was afraid we were going to go jail.
I bet this time we would have then gone to jail because on our way back we had the same border patrol gentleman, he made us take all our luggage out and open each one for him, he said What happened to the baby?
I said Baby? There is no baby. I have no children, he said four days ago you had a baby on your lap what happened to it?
I said Oh that, it was Baby Zucchini, we fried ate him!
He looked at me kind of strange. and told me never to return again to Canada