When I first knew Dave about a dozen years ago, he didn’t know the difference between a tulip and a daffodil. Now he spends so much time in the garden, weeding and differentiating between leaves that used to look all the same to him, I call him Farmer Dave. Last winter he chose the Poona Kheera, a cucumber from India, as “his” plant for the garden and today he harvested the first two of what looks to be a bountiful crop.
Folks, this cucumber has changed my world view on what cucumbers are all about. I have grown cukes before, harvested them when they were young and tender, enjoyed eating them. But nothing like this beauty. You don’t have to peel it, first of all, but it’s a good size. It’s sweet and very mild, and completely lacking whatever it is in cucumbers that makes me dislike most of them. And the crunch! With a beautiful texture and taste like this, we were able to eat sliced cucumbers with nothing to doll them up. No salt, no dressings, nothing. Just pure pleasure.