With matured, oversized zucchini, one of the best things you can do is make a chocolate zucchini cake. Google for recipes -- they're all delicious, and because the zucchini keeps the cake moist, it lasts a long time, or it would if it weren't so delicious. Also freezes beautifully.

And...

Marge Piercy (1936-)

Attack of the Squash People


             And thus the people every year
             in the valley of humid July
             did sacrifice themselves
             to the long green phallic god
             and eat and eat and eat.


             They're coming, they're on us,
             the long striped gourds, the silky
             babies, the hairy adolescents,
             the lumpy vast adults
             like the trunks of green elephants.
             Recite fifty zucchini recipes!


             Zucchini tempura; creamed soup;
             sauté with olive oil and cumin,
             tomatoes, onion; frittata;
             casserole of lamb; baked
             topped with cheese; marinated;
             stuffed; stewed; driven
             through the heart like a stake.


             Get rid of old friends: they too
             have gardens and full trunks.
             Look for newcomers: befriend
             them in the post office, unload
             on them and run. Stop tourists
             in the street. Take truckloads
             to Boston. Give to your Red Cross.
             Beg on the highway: please
             take my zucchini, I have a crippled
             mother at home with heartburn.


             Sneak out before dawn to drop
             them in other people's gardens,
             in baby buggies at churchdoors.
             Shot, smuggling zucchini into
             mailboxes, a federal offense.


             With a suave reptilian glitter
             you bask among your raspy
             fronds sudden and huge as
             alligators. You give and give
             too much, like summer days
             limp with heat, thunderstorms
             bursting their bags on our heads,
             as we salt and freeze and pickle
             for the too little to come.