[I know this post doesn’t replace a recap of the island’s Great Zucchini Race, but they didn’t have one this year! It’s okay, we’ve started a grief support group.]
I have a quiz for you today!
See this zucchini? (Next time I’ll consider cleaning up for you before I take a photo, but you needed something for scale, right…?)
A friend grew it and
needed to get rid of it before it ate their house offered it to me.
So, I figured I’d
evict the hobbit that lived inside grate it up, freeze it and use it for baking muffins or bread or something with several cups of sugar in it…
Yes, I grated it by hand, the old-fashioned way with bloodied knuckles and nicked fingernails. It didn’t help that the skin of that beast was tough as leather. My peeler ran away screaming at the sight of it, and the grater constantly begged me to stop (in a “Don’t. Stop.” way, not a “Don’t Stop” way, so I think it meant it).
But I grated the whole thing while listening to
the entire audiobook of War and Peace several podcats and felt proud of my sore pitching arm. . . right up until the Hubs came home and said —
“How come you didn’t use the electric grater?”
After I stabbed him, I measured out the zucchini and bagged it up
just like the Hubs’ body.
My question for you is: how many cups of grated zucchini did I end up with?