So when I baked the first loaf of the season, somehow it
stayed quietly hidden on the shelf of my refrigerator while a couple dozen
friends came and went during a get-together this month. A crazy-fun day and
night of sports and fireworks and food, nonstop talking and laughter…but no
zucchini bread.
In my defense, I really didn’t think much about it the whole
time. Yet after they left, visions of sugarplums zucchini bread danced through my head and I
happily remembered the loaf on that second shelf.
But I was about to eat a slice of humble pie instead.
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