For our trans Atlantique cousins, a courgette is a zookini, or how ever you spell that strange worm?
Then there’s the one about the market trader - a greengrocer (he sells fruit and vegetables), all beautifully laid out on display.
One Monday he’s standing by his stall when he notices a little old lady rootling about his vegetables, making a mess out of it all.
The greengrocer, being a friendly sort of chap, says to her, ”Can I help you, love?”
“I’m looking for some courgettes”, she said.
“I’m sorry Darling,” he replied, “We won’t any until early next week”.
The old woman mutters under her breath and walks off.
The following day, she’s back again. And once again, she’s moving carrots, cucumbers and cabbages about all over the place.
The man comes over, a bit more sternly than before. “What are you looking for?”, says he.
“I want some courgettes”, says the little old lady.
“I did tell you yesterday that we won’t have any until next week!” says your man.
Once again, the little lady goes away, muttering.
On Wednesday, she’s back again causing an upheaval with the display.
“What do you think you are doing woman?”, says the greengrocer
“Im looking for some courgettes”, came the reply.
“Do me a favour, girl. Spell courgettes using the letter ‘f’".
The old girl thinks for a moment. There’s no ‘f’ in courgettes", she says.
The greengrocer says, "That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all week!"
Thinks! Is a zookini like a bikini for vegetables ?