I know, I know. Everyone has a huge zucchini story at this time of year. The other day, I bought the smallest zucchini I could, for a buck.
Today, I started baking at 8:30 am. The yield? Two zucchini breads, one with walnuts, one without; three dozen zucchini cookies; zucchini Parmesan. That last one was because I still had a huge chunk left and didn't want to deal with zucchini anymore. The kitchen closed at noon.
I should have taken a photo of the gargantuan but I was covered in flour and perspiring like a pig. Do pigs sweat that much?
Final Arrangements
10 years ago
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In the supermarket once I saw a potato so big, they grew Idahos in it.
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